I'm going to add a story here from my time with second graders yesterday. I've been teaching after school remedial reading groups, about 12 class sessions so far. We usually do echo reading, I read, they follow along, then read back. Yesterday they spontaneously read with me, and a very long story. When we finished, they were silent for a whole long minute, looking at each other, eyes sparkling, then they started high-five-ing each other! They were feeling their success- everyone could read every word!
Suddenly, one of the girls started crying. After a respectful minute or so, one asked her why she was crying, and she blurted out, "I'm not the best reader any more!" There was a very worried exchange of looks around the table, then they proceeded with their discussion: "Oh, please don't cry, J doesn't cry any more because now he Can read", and "I don't go under the table instead of taking my turn" and "Now that we can all read, we really can work together" and "This is really a good thing." Every student contributed a compassionate thought that included themselves, the group, and the crying girl. I was blown away, listening to them. After the last one spoke, the girl dried her eyes and said, "Thanks. I feel better now" and we went on with the comprehension part of the lesson.
Could I have added anything? Doubtful. And they did not need me to. I provided the space and understanding that they are competent socially and academically. Did they need and tokes or rewards? No. "Being a good reader is the best reward" they told me at the end of class. Did I feel humbled? Yes. These are 8 yr olds.