this is sam ~ WKWAB vol2 issue5 prompt35

Greetings Creatives,

This is sam.

My son has created hundreds of sams.

Once in a while sam will have a wheel, or a flower, or an antennae. But most times two bricks are enough.

Only recently my son explained that he has been making sam’s as long as he can remember.

When I first saw these bi-colour creations scattered all around the basement I had no idea about their importance to my son and his lego universe.

The secret for my son’s creative spirit is less about finalizing an idea as it is about agreeing with an idea as it forms.

His sam study perfectly aligns with everything that I think I miss often these days with my pieces – acceptance of the piece as it is and as it emerges.

And it isn’t often that I land as elegantly as my son on a simple design that holds my complex feels and my satisfaction equally.

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The link for monthly digital meetups will be shared on the day of meeting. 

Meetups are on the 3rd Friday of each month at 8:00 PM.

Upcoming Meeting Dates and topics

May 21 - Secret stories. Private pieces in public.

June 18 - Light and Dark. Creating balance.

July 16 -  Loved and Lost. Pieces that broke, burned, or bothered you.

August 20 - Supporting people who don't support your Creative.

September 17 - Can I have more ham? Eff you it's called Prosciutto. And other misunderstandings.

October 15 - Ozymandias

November 19 - Baring bones. The structure of a Creative.

December 17 - Polymath
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Dauntless and selfless, you stand watch. The last to sleep, first to wake. Always on guard. 

You move among us in sometimes secret ways at dark hours around sharp edged dangers that squeak, and beep, and really really bite at the heels. 

Your measured footsteps falling too close to that special thing that should have been put in a special space. Dammit. Lego. Hurts. And why don't they ever put their $#!+ away!? 

Why would they? The precious want to be found. 

Besides, finding the lost, broken, tumbled, tossed and in need of mending, is part of your grand purpose. 

Who else could see these things? 

Super powered supervision goes beyond x-rays. It stretches and flows through memory into sacred moments, touchstones, and photo albums. Such travels in time, defy the sound barrier, and make past a present- a gift given often that then flees again, behind the couch. Under the bed. Into the backpack. Or into the mouth. 


Thank goodness! THANK GOD FOR THIS! That you want to be, because you have to be, and just because you need to be, you are everywhere. 

No secret that your identity is known. Intentions are never masked nor caped. And to those in your care hero status means little. As long as their dreamy innocence is protected by the most powerful person in their universe. 

How unremarkably amazing it would be to have your own hero reading stories before bed. Doing pickup after school. And making KD for dinner. 

Some superheroes clock in and out chasing the minimum waging battle between me time and ‘thee’ time. Not you. False calls happen but still you fly in. Them dreaming. Or mumbling. Or screaming. Or wrestling with dark thoughts and crying out. Their villians are your demons and they will always have a kryptonite hold.

Still best to check up, tuck in and peck lightly. Other times when you are called to action it means lifting fevers like a broken bridge. Some superheroes track wins and losses like stock markets. But winlosswinlossswin in its metronomic meter throws shade on shine and sure to unsure. 

Lost footage of meltdowns and fall downs like pieces of glass 
and iron tumbling and crashing to the carpet in sobs god honey it was only a toy you almost say, but your heart stops you and reminds you that imagined pain takes imagination and makes itself real, just like love.

Sure that action looks great on film, but, the truth about superheroes is that there’s no marvel in the work no justice in their league. It just is what it is. 

When true heroes do get caught on film- no poses, no pretense, no pauses, few witnesses. Hugs and kisses pay the debt in full. Public works of private love is never work. And in private your labour never ended. Nor could it. 

Your fond, small, followers are smiling and safe. They are your origin story - prologue, epilogue, and all chapters not yet written. And your future, standing together and moving in opposites or wrestling or arguing or door slamming is the highlight reel. Making futures for themselves and
presents of your past.

This little big planet is under your protection. Mom, teacher, actor, mentor, guardian angel. Your family, rests safely, securely. So future battles are not worth stating and do not withstand the beauty of now.


I went to a local library the other day with my children.

We discovered a maker-space and asked if we could print out some lego. We could, so we did. And as I watched the lego piece build up layer by layer, I was mindblown. But my kids wanted to check out the movie and comic book sections, so we wandered off.

Final cost $5.05 and 1.5 hours of time. Seemed expensive… but I had no benchmark to measure from, so I paid.

It made me think about the last few days of my school year.

On exam review day a student challenged their final mark on both the exam and the culminating task. I am always open to these discussions and encourage students to think critically about their needs and wants in my classes right up to the last day of school.

Throughout the semester I slowly move the students from a marks based sense of learning to a competency base of learning. My aim is to help my students see themselves as skilled, not numbered. As such at the beginning of each semester, I explain that each student will be able to explain and describe their learning without any references to marks by semester end.

This student looked at their final marks and asked ‘Why’s my mark was so low?’

‘What have you done? What have you learned?’ I asked.

‘I haven’t learned anything obviously…’

‘Then your mark is on point, what have I missed?’

‘What do you mean?’ Anger bubbled in the question.

‘I really enjoy teaching this course, so sometimes I get caught up in the activities, the conversations, and trying the foods that my students make. At the end of the day I often write down my thoughts, but I do not always share these thoughts with you. That is one way I learn. When you think about your experiences in this class, what have you learned from them? Have you learned more than what I observed in class? What did I miss?’

The student then proceeded to explain their thoughts and observations from class, sometimes there was curriculum connections, other times just keen observation.

Ultimately, the student demonstrated a depth of learning that indeed did not surface on their final summative tasks.

Final cost 1.5 hours of my time.

What should I have done with their final marks?

What would you have done?