This past weekend was a busy one. I had the opportunity to attend the Write2Ignite! writing conference, and I took two of my children along with me. Three of their cousins attended as well. The youth class for middle school and high school students was taught by author and teacher Carol Baldwin, so I signed them up, confident they would discover some things about how to write a story of their own.
And they did. My daughter Cassie, now 12, really enjoyed it and said she had learned a lot. My son John agreed.
What I didn’t expect, though, were the opportunities to work on other skills as well — life skills. When we arrived at the conference early Saturday morning, Cassie began looking around for her friend who was also coming to the conference. The friend hadn’t arrived yet, though, but there was a girl about Cassie’s age sitting with her dad.
“Go over and introduce yourself,” I said, recalling the class in communication Cassie took last summer. “Remember what you learned? Just go up, tell her your name, and ask her what her name is.”
Cassie looked at me with her eyes wide, like a deer in headlights, as they say. “Well…” she began, and I knew she was thinking up a reason not to go. Moments later, the girl’s friend arrived, and they were sitting together.
“You know,” I said to Cassie, “You can learn a lot more than writing at this conference. You have a chance to reach out to other people. Your friend is coming, but she doesn’t know your cousins — introduce her and pull her into the group. Then, you can go meet those two girls over there, and pull them in as well. What an great opportunity!”
“Maybe,” Cassie reluctantly admitted, and she went to find a seat until her friend arrived. That’s when I began scanning the room for someone I knew to talk to. Some people were getting coffee, some were reading, some were just sitting alone at a table. Then I caught myself — it looked like I had that same opportunity.
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