Freshly Pressed, and it feels so good!
Last week I wrote about why I don’t take my four-year-old son’s report card too seriously.
Yesterday, the post was Freshly Pressed. I was excited about this post reaching a wider audience; with education being geared ever more toward measuring what’s measurable instead of raising critical thinkers, I was excited by the prospect of putting out a different kind of measure for success.
But I was a little nervous, too. Because comments. From strangers.
I’ve gotten used to loving, supportive comments from folks who’ve developed a pretty good sense of who I am over the last few years. They see any given post as part of a much larger picture, rather than its own miniature whole. Comments from strangers aren’t always like that. Hoo-boy, those comments can pack some wallop! Anyone who’s ever read more than one YouTube comment can confirm this.
Yesterday evening, I was delighted to see folks commenting kindly. There was only one responsive comment I asked my husband to review to ensure it really reflected both our opinions on report cards for four-year-olds.
After reading the original comment, Anthony was frustrated on my behalf. That’s part of why I married him, after all: He has a mighty urge to protect me, though I generally do a pretty good job of protecting myself! “Did this person even read your post? Did he understand what it was actually about?”
“Oh, hon,” I told him, chuckling, “I can see where he’s coming from. He’s probably had lots of frustrating conversations on similar topics. If that’s the furthest astray comment this post gets, I’ll be stoked!”
For more on the whys of that statement, you might check out my August post “Confidence from Blogging.” Here’s an excerpt:
Over the past couple of years, I’ve learned trying to write to other peoples’ liking is a great way to drive yourself nuts while still getting hammers lobbed from the peanut gallery. Sure, it’s good to touch people (in totally non-lecherous, respectful ways), and you’ve gotta write things readers will be touched or tickled (platonically) by to get ‘em coming back, but that can’t be the goal.
Whether or not you read that post, please accept my thanks for your respectful, considerate comments. I’m glad you’re here, whether or not we always agree, and I look forward to chatting more in the days ahead.
May the remainder of your year be sweet, and the new year even sweeter!