The title of this post feels metaphorical but it is literal. I have no voice, literally. Yes, I whine a lot about feeling like I have very little voice in the grand scheme of things, but as I get older, I continue to realize that change is rarely inspired by those who do the work of the trade. But, that is another post on another day.
For some reason (most likely seasonal allergies) I woke up yesterday with my voice pretty much gone. Fortunately, I had already planned my science classes around a few TED talks about pollination. My students did Ok, but I flailed because I was a bit blindsided by my ailment. By the end of the day, I had e-mailed every sub in the district (I could not call because I have no voice) with no response to my plee for a sub. Fortunately I work with an amazing group of teachers.
My delima was that today is flower dissection day, which means lots of directions and working one on one with groups. One of my fellow teachers suggested, "put all group directions with labeled diagrams on a power point and have the kids read the slides." Done, and what a great idea. Another teacher on my team, volunteered to switch classes with me because her kids were working on a project. While I have not needed to take her up on this, it makes my heart happy to know that I have meaningful support in getting the great work we do, done.
How have my students responded? Well my most challenging class that usually flails during labs did great. They had to take charge. I had to delegate my loudest kids to reading directions to the group and explaining directions. They had to get the classes attention, students had to tell me what they saw when I walked around, and because of my voice, I could not jump in and disrupt my slower thinkers.
At home it has been fascinating as well. One of my son's learns 90% on the visual spectrum. He was born with a cleft pallet which left him hearing impaired until it was repaired at age three. He also spent his first three years in a world void of verbal communication. He was not spoken to and thus, when he came to us he could speak 4-5 words. The point of all of this is to say, that verbal language is not his strong suit. We have done loads of work with him and he speaks a ton now, comprehends most basic commands. But, with all that said, he is still a definitive visual learner.
What has been wonderful about being non-verbal right now is my relationship with my little "I". Yesterday as I was doing charades to try and communicate without words I got to see him shine. He was consistently interpreting what I was trying to say. This is the little boy that regularly looks at me like I am from Mars when I ask him a question. But, not yesterday. Yesterday we were on the same page and we were closer than I think we have been in a long time.
I have also gotten to be reminded of the value of just listening. Sometimes to the words, sometimes to the silence, and mostly to the dynamic between noise, language and listening.
Maybe today was my day to get to be the learner, because I sure have learned a lot from being voiceless.