Your stink face...
I love it. I request it from you and most of the time you obliged me. I think it's just adorable.
Lately when dealing with middle schoolers, who have a week of school left (not fun), and teachers who also have a week left before summer vacation (twice as not fun), I keep thinking about you. Ok, truth be told I think about you alot. Call it an obsession if you will. But I love you... every fiber, every stink face, every last morsel of you. This weird obsessive love has actually brought me more patience and understanding in my job and generally in my life.
Everyone is someone's baby. Someone loves that annoying colleague who won't leave your office, that jerk who cut you off in traffic, that student who refuses to listen. Everyone is loved unconditionally by someone, the way I love you. Every mom has the most brilliant, alert, beautiful baby. Every student is gifted. Every person is just incredible.... to someone. Appreciate this love and you will find yourself more able to listen, smile, live more fully.
Believe me, I don't love my students right now or the faculty as I try to pry their technology away for the summer. But now when I look at people I see them from a different point of view... maybe a mother's? I know the love I feel for you is not unique. I am so proud of you, everything you accomplish and learn. This will not change as you grow; even when you are that ornery middle schooler, sassy teen and know-it-all college student. I will love you and be proud of the person you are. This love and pride is not something special to us, Nora. Always keep in mind that all those kids in your class, heck even your teachers are someone's baby and are loved like you are. It gives you a different perspective on people. Try it sometime.
I love it. I request it from you and most of the time you obliged me. I think it's just adorable.
Lately when dealing with middle schoolers, who have a week of school left (not fun), and teachers who also have a week left before summer vacation (twice as not fun), I keep thinking about you. Ok, truth be told I think about you alot. Call it an obsession if you will. But I love you... every fiber, every stink face, every last morsel of you. This weird obsessive love has actually brought me more patience and understanding in my job and generally in my life.
Everyone is someone's baby. Someone loves that annoying colleague who won't leave your office, that jerk who cut you off in traffic, that student who refuses to listen. Everyone is loved unconditionally by someone, the way I love you. Every mom has the most brilliant, alert, beautiful baby. Every student is gifted. Every person is just incredible.... to someone. Appreciate this love and you will find yourself more able to listen, smile, live more fully.
Believe me, I don't love my students right now or the faculty as I try to pry their technology away for the summer. But now when I look at people I see them from a different point of view... maybe a mother's? I know the love I feel for you is not unique. I am so proud of you, everything you accomplish and learn. This will not change as you grow; even when you are that ornery middle schooler, sassy teen and know-it-all college student. I will love you and be proud of the person you are. This love and pride is not something special to us, Nora. Always keep in mind that all those kids in your class, heck even your teachers are someone's baby and are loved like you are. It gives you a different perspective on people. Try it sometime.
Stink Face!!!
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