Tomorrow I will return funny anecdotes but it just doesn’t feel right today. The hate and violence that is in the world breaks my heart. It makes me incredibly emotional thinking about my sweet baby growing up in this time. Today I am re-sharing a post I made before the beginning of the school year. My thoughts and prayers are with the families affected by the senseless tragedy in Las Vegas.
Things are weighing on me heavily and while I can't say much politically because of my job what I can say is:
I'm about to start a new school year with a class full of first graders whose parents fight for this country. This will be my seventh year with the privilege of working with these amazing families at the school. These little six and seven year olds will come into a new class. Some will know some friends from kindergarten, but there will be a lot of new faces being a military community. There will continue to be students coming and going throughout the year because of this. They will accept them in and make friends with people because they're PEOPLE, not colors or religions or political parties. They see someone who also likes dinosaurs, who has a different favorite book but loves to play tag and who makes them laugh. Love is the default of children. Hate is taught. While creating a wonderful classroom community is always a goal, I am approaching this year with even more passion for creating a community of love and kindness in my classroom. We will respect differences. We will make sure to include everyone and make sure no one feels lonely or excluded. We will welcome new friends. We will interact with kindness and compassion. We will get to know each other and love everyone for who they are as a person. Focusing on the children will get me through as I see hope for the future when I watch them comfort those who are sad, make each other feel accepted, cheer each other on, and give hugs to friends in need and just to express how much they love each other. Love wins. It always does. We just have to continue to nurture it. Go get 'em, teachers. Keep making the difference. ❤️
welcome to my mess
I've always dreamed of being one of those moms who makes Bento Box lunches with artisan sandwiches cut out into cute shapes along with carrot sticks and grapefruit that my perfect children will gobble up, but I am fairly certain my child is going to end up with a package of deli meat and a Snickers bar. I can barely get myself ready in the morning and I once screwed up a grilled cheese maker. Who knew the top part of the grilled cheese maker also heated up? Spoiler alert: everyone. I'm not sure who decided I was capable of raising a human, but they handed her off to me anyways and I love her more than I can begin to explain. However, love isn't magic--despite what Disney claims. I cannot suddenly wake up without 46 snoozes or manage my time well enough to have the opportunity to use conditioner in my hair. I'm still me. I just have a cute mini-me now. I have a master's degree in education and a participation award for adulting. Please follow me on my journey and give me a wave if you ever end up on the struggle bus with me. I also frequent the hot mess express, and I check my email on occasion. Wherever you run into me, just know I woke up like this. No, seriously...I didn't have time to do anything else.