My two year old can now identify the footprints of several mammals. Our latest activity has been examining footprints and attempting to identify the owner. She squats down, studies the print, and points her tiny finger at the impression. She cocks her head toward me and in a quiet, inquisitive manner asks, ” who made these, mamma?”
Footprints are left behind. Footprints are proof of existence. Footprints are left for others to examine and study, without their even knowing about it.
People can be like footprints. If we are really lucky, some leave lasting footprints.
I once had a literacy coach (now a dear friend, whom I still learn from) that has left very deep, lasting footprints. Many of my foundational beliefs on writing, student writing, and the importance of being a teacher-writer have been molded by this sensational woman. (It’s mildly uncomfortable knowing that she likely is reading this very post.) She taught in such a quiet and humble manner, I wouldn’t even know it was happening until those very same teaching points were showing up in my classroom, with my students. My students know her by name. They have read her poetry and reap her leadership, education, and inspiration daily! They have never even met her, for heaven’s sake!
Have you been privileged to know such a person, that has left such a powerful footprint in your life?
I can only hope that I leave those lasting footprints for someone in my life, the way this woman did for me. Thank you.