When a child learns to write their name they then write it everywhere: on the sidewalk, on the wall, in their pudding. Get the picture?
I learned this best from my own kids (my son continues to "sign" his signature on those things that belong to him, and also on some things that don't). The other day my fourteen year old daughter was on her hands and knees in the street (during a block party) writing her name on the concrete in yellow and pink.
Do we ever outgrow our fascinations with our names? To this day I sometimes with just the tip of my finger scribble my name in the dust of my desktops, in the breadcrumbs of the dinner table. Enough about me.
Here's a poem that says what I'm trying to say better than I am able to say it.
I Am Writing My Name
I am writing my name
across the sky, across the clouds,
I am writing my name
across the street, across my rooftop,
I am writing my name
across my arm, across my education,
because I want to leave a mark.
Quentin S.
3rd Grade
InsideOut Student
Detroit Public Schools
Poets and graffiti artists both—Marcus Was Here..... Johnny Was Here....
We all just want to "leave a mark."