My eldest brother, Todd, lives in Bigfork, Montana. Last summer, as a wedding gift, Todd and his family gave wind chimes (HUGE 'Montana size' wind chimes) to my husband and I. Please know that there aren't many trees in our neighborhood but, rest assured, the wind chimes immediately found a home in one of the only trees. Now that winter has arrived, the wind chimes sound a lot more like Led Zeppelin or AC/DC than they did last summer when I hung them on that branch. Nevertheless, the chime makes me happy, reminding me of the music that I hear in our classrooms every day.
At school, the cacophony of sounds are so much more than our wind chimes. Miss Bilyeu's amazing music classes at Captain Hunt and Robertson bring a depth and breath of song, instrument and technology. There is nothing like Miss Jen's Pre-K class serenading each other awake after rest time, though replete with a ukulele. There is absolute joy in the way that Bus 4 spontaneously sings 'Frozen' each morning at the top of their lungs with their Bus Driver, Miss Louise. The progress that that the Pre-K students have made learning their own names as well as the names of all of the letters and the way that our Kindergartners are growing into readers as they all work to learn 100 sight words are music to my ears. (Thank you for helping your child to practice those words at home)
Once upon a time, my brother fell in love with fishing, hunting and writing about what he loves. Now, the wind chime that he sent us brings joy in the music it represents but also represents his #dreamcometrue; the little boy who grew up loving nature in New York now lives in the wild, wooly west writing about what he loves. #DreamBigDreamFierce Meanwhile, I hear the wind chimes sing outside.
Beth Tanner, MS Ed