I always seem to cry during read alouds. The books are too good not to share, so I always let them have their way with my emotions.
Wonder is the latest. When Auggie overhears the cruel comments made by his best friend and runs off by himself to cry, I cry right there in front of the class. My students have learned to be alert for telltale signs - a crack in my voice, a second-too-long pause in the middle of a sentence - and quickly offer a tissue. “Do you need a moment?”, a student asks. But I just press on, tilting and dabbing to keep the pages dry.
Who could sob over the farting nurse? I’ve read Wonder at least three times now. Each visit to the delivery room on Auggie’s birth day makes me laugh out loud. (And I’m truly more of a chuckler). This year I laughed till I had tears in my eyes. Not intentionally. Words are powerful like that.
So yesterday when reading group was distracted by a sound on the carpet, and we saw Dee, deeply involved in her novel, eyes and mouth laughing along out loud...a tear came to my eye. Another reader being pushed around by a book.