This afternoon, Charlene and I enjoyed a performance fest from 2nd and 4th Graders.  First, we attended our son Ben’s 2nd Grade class musical about bugs.  Well, actually it was a story about how the Stink Bug was getting picked on, but eventually the other bugs worked together to help the Stink Bug smell better through the use of flowers.  It was cute and well done.  Plus, our son Ben played a key supporting role as a problem solving Praying Mantis.  It was a nice lessen in working together and reassuring to hear a crowd so saddened by bullying.

Next, we traveled down the hall for our son Sam’s 4th Grade class poetry reading.  One by one, the kids took turns first reading a poem from a published poet (Shel Silverstein’s presence was felt over and over again) and then an original poem from each 4th Grader.  It was refreshing.  Different.

I found myself surprised.  Not surprised by the works, but rather surprised by how hopeful I felt.  Here were my kids actively engaging in the arts.  Actively working their creative minds.  Actively enjoying new and different experiences.

Someday, I will be long gone.  The world I leave behind will have plenty of problems and challenges.  Our kids will need vibrant imaginations to tackle these issues.  Fostering that creativity.  Nurturing those different approaches to thinking.  That’s where the hope for our collective futures resides.  The singing voices and creative writing of our youth, a light that hints at a brighter tomorrow.

Our 10-year-old son Sam holding up his left index finger to silence his classmates, who were quietly chanting his name, before he read his poetic tribute to his dog, Kirby.

“Ode to Kirby” by Sam Paulsen

Oh, Kirby!  I love you.

You are always there for me on those cold nights.

I know you wait for those walks.

You love it, when I pet your soft fur.

Your kisses are wet, slobbery, and great.

Thank you, Kirby.

Thank you for being my great and joyful puppy.

Oh, Kirby.