I was a prolific writer as a child. Story after story, all about wolves named Lobo or horses named Stormy. My young imagination ran as free as my four-footed protagonists. After composing a story, I’d sit at the kitchen table with Mom, who’d meticulously go through my words with a keen editor’s eye and a red pen. Those memories are among the earliest and sweetest I have of my mother, whose attention I had to share with three other siblings. That one-on-one time with her was precious and set a firm foundation for my writing skills.
Not surprisingly, I gravitated to communications as a career, starting as a technical editor and eventually a writer of scientific/technical material. As a writer, I always invited review, knowing full well every writer needs an editor.
My career behind me now, I still love the world of words as much as ever. I jumped at the opportunity to be a WCM volunteer when I heard about the program about six years ago. It’s been a highly rewarding experience, one that has challenged my aging brain and touched my heart.
I start each of my coaching sessions taking a student’s literary temperature by asking “Do you enjoy writing?” Sadly, most of the time my young friend admits “not so much.” As we move through the session, I’m working on two levels: one on the surface, talking content and punctuation; the other, determining what I can identify as their strengths. When we finish, I compliment them on the latter and encourage them to read, read, read to build their writing skills. I tell them that whatever career course they choose, basic writing is key to communicating with others.
I love it when I can honestly exclaim, as we’re wrapping up: “You’re a good writer!” or “I like the way your mind works!” I can always find something to acknowledge. In that moment, I see their eyes light up and a flash of a shy smile. Bingo.
If I have a few additional minutes, I ask about something I’ve gleaned from their writing to show I’ve ‘seen’ them. Often, it’s sports related. How is the football season going? Is your foot going to be healed enough for the upcoming volleyball season? If I’m coaching a senior, and it doesn’t feel too invasive, I’ll inquire about their plans after graduation.
It’s not about what I try to impart—which I sometimes work too hard at—it’s how I do it. By mirroring my mother’s attitude as she sat next to me six decades ago, I’m passing on her encouraging, positive energy to these young people. And hopefully helping them see writing as a valuable form of self-expression, something they can experiment with and enjoy the rest of their lives.
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