When my son was in his first year of hockey, he had a lucky scoring streak. Nothing that made him a prodigy, but a little streak of a goal every game for about three games. Maybe streak is a strong word for that, but when they score goals before they can write their name parents get a little excited.
Coming off the ice one afternoon, a childhood friend of my husband well-meaningly remarked, "Looks like you inherited your father's hands."
And the streak ended as fast as it had begun. My son didn't score for the rest of the season.
I think this kind of happened to me and the class blog this year. It got a little bit of attention, and I got a few compliments, and my posts promptly dried up. Performance anxiety.
It wasn't that I had nothing to say, or that I didn't know how to say it. Words rarely fail me, and with a captive audience I thought I could go on forever. No, it wasn't that I ran out of topics.
All of a sudden, nothing seemed good enough to post, worthy of the time and attention paid to it. So I posted less and less often, even when I had comments and observations to share about the students. I was over a hundred hits a day for a while. I felt I had to write for an audience, and I didn't know what they wanted to hear.
This week I realized that I still have things to share, and anyone reading the blog does so by choice. So I promise to write, and I hope you'll start to check back. I will do my best to use the blog as I intended - to communicate with parents and students about the learning taking place, and sharing things that I think are thought-provoking and interesting.
My son found a new groove - as a defence man. No one expects a streak, just a solid performance.
Sounds about right.