Here I am at WordPress….it has been a journey. It has been a while since I have posted. There are good reasons for that. Hopefully in the next few days I will enlighten you, if you’d like to know! In the mean time, take a look around. I updated the header, family photos and the general look and feel here in my space on the web.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Spike Spike came into my room at 3 a.m. sobbing hysterically. I had him climb into bed with me while I held him….since I was mostly asleep and needed to be up in two hours.
Buddy, what’s the matter??
Why didn’t you put my name in the concrete??
(We have a cement slab in the backyard that needed to be replaced when we moved in, April of 2009. To commemorate our new home, after the slab was poured, we all wrote our name into the concrete. Spike was born in July of 2011.)
In the back yard? That concrete?
Yes, (sniffle, sniffle, ….sob)…..
When we poured that concrete and wrote all of our names into it, you weren’t here yet and we didn’t know you were coming.
But you should have put my name in the concrete too!!
But you were still living with Heavenly Father and we didn’t know you were going to be coming to this house. We thought everyone was already here.
You should have known I was coming!!
Well, Heavenly Father knew you were coming and He knew when. You arrived at exactly the right time to be able to do all the very important things Heavenly Father wants you to do. If you had come earlier, you might miss some of those things. He sent you at exactly the right time. Because He doesn’t make mistakes. You came exactly when He knew you should. And we are so excited that you came to our house!! We love you! Having you come, when we didn’t know you were coming was like getting an extra Christmas present!!! Who wouldn’t want an extra Christmas present????!!
That seemed to quash the drama. I still had to let him sleep on the couch in my bedroom. Such a sensitive little soul that boy!
I decided I wanted a few of my stories down for posterity. I don’t know how many I will write, but this is the first one.
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My senior year in high school, my parent sat us down in April to let us know that they would be getting a divorce. I was just devastated. I knew my parents had problems and fought sometimes, but I had no idea things were rough enough to consider divorce. My dad sat us all down and said, “Your mother loves someone else and she is leaving us.” The truth was that my dad was kicking her out.
Anyway, you already know I am the oldest of six. I knew with my mother leaving, and the fact that I would soon graduate from high school, my dad was going to want me to step into her role and keep things functioning. I did not feel up to the task and I had plans for my life. I was just getting to the point where I could fly and I was terrified that I was going to get stuck cleaning up a mess that wasn’t my responsibility. Inside, I recognized that I was not responsible for the position my parents had put themselves and their children in. But at almost 18, I also had no idea what to do or where to go.
So I did what you do when you don’t know what to do—I asked a trusted adult. My band director, Mr. Elkington, was a member of our Stake High Council. He knew my parents. He knew me. I had worked with him in band for the last three years. We were both trumpet players and I knew he cared about me.
The day after my parents told us, I didn’t feel up to attending school. I was too sad. I knew I would just cry and cry and cry the entire day. I was the happy girl at school. I helped other people change their attitudes and see the brighter side of life. But I was not in a place to do that on that day. So I stayed home and sobbed all day. The only problem was it was the day before a band concert. I was the first chair trumpet player in the top band. Missing rehearsal the day before a concert was death. Never a good choice.
After school was over and I was sure I wouldn’t run into any of my friends, I went to find Mr. Elkington to tell him why I wasn’t in rehearsal. I found him in the teacher’s lounge and asked if I could speak with him. We went out to his truck and I sat in the front seat and poured my heart out to him. I expressed all of my sorrow and my fears and told him that I didn’t have any idea what I should do or how I should handle the situation. He listened to me cry for two hours.
Then he asked me some questions.
Do you want to go to college? Yes.
Do you know where you are going? No clue.
What kind of grades do you have? Great ones.
Have you taken the SAT or ACT? No, what is that?
Do you have any money? Some, but not a lot.
You need to go to BYU. Great, where is that?
OK, Carin, I need you to do a few things. Are you willing to do them? I will do whatever you tell me to.
First, sign up to take the ACT. Then go to counseling center and ask about a FAFSA application and start filling that out. Call BYU and have them send you an application for enrollment. You will need three people to write you letters of recommendation. I will write one and then you need to find two other people to do that for you. Can you do that?
By May I had received my acceptance letter to the University. Mr. Elkington had connections at the University. He called one of them and told him that I was coming and that I had to have a job in order to be there. Would he please save a spot for me so that I could pay for my expenses. He would.
Once I was accepted, I applied for housing. I had always wanted to be in a sorority. The dorms were the next best thing. I had a friend from church who was also attending BYU. She wanted me to room with her in an apartment building because it would be so much cheaper. I appreciated her logic, but I just wanted to live in the dorms so badly that I decided I would do it for a year and then reevaluate. I wanted to live in Heritage Halls, but they were full. There was room in Helaman Halls, however. At this point, I didn’t care too much. I just needed somewhere to live. I got in!! And I had enough money saved to pay for my initial deposits and rent.
I was super excited!!! I had housing! I was admitted to the University!! Now I just had to get there.
Once again, a miracle occurred. An older friend, who had graduated from the University, was returning to get her teaching credential. She would drive me out there with her. I didn’t even pay her for gas.
My father was not happy. He begged me to stay home and attend U of O. He would pay for my expenses. I could live at home. He would pay for tuition…….just stay home!
I knew from past experiences that my father would start out with the intentions he promised. Then, over time, sometimes not even very much time, he would find other reasons why he just couldn’t keep his promises. Then I would be stuck, with no options.
I decided that the chance for freedom outweighed the promises that would not be kept. Once I had decided I was going, I just kept plowing forward.
I will forever be eternally grateful for Mr. Elkington and his counsel. Literally, he affected my eternity. I met Drew at BYU in the dorms. We now have ten beautiful children. I recognize that getting into the Y in May of my senior year for the fall was a miracle!! With my children who have attended the Y, applications are due December 1st the year prior to enrollment. Decisions are made by March! I didn’t even apply until April!! I LOVE my education and I use it every day!! I wanted to document this story in my life to remind myself and others, that God can do His own work! He doesn’t need us. But He allows us to participate in the process for our growth and development. If I had known the process for enrollment and how competitive it was at BYU, I may never have applied. But I was completely naive. I just did what I was told, and because I acted in faith, the Lord did the rest.
Well, this ‘get back into blogging thing’ is harder than I thought. My emotions for the past year have been all over the place. I am learning to manage sadness better….past sadness and present sadness. Lucky for me the Lord is giving me plenty of opportunity to practice it. I am just tired of it. Crying all the time is really stinky, in that your nose is stuffy and you have puffy eyes and your make up runs everywhere. And then when people say, ‘what’s wrong?’ and you just say, ‘I’m sad’ but can’t really tell them why because there are so many reasons. Blah! Too much sadness. Guess I have been stuffing it for only 30 years…so I can’t really expect it to be over in a day or two.
Today, I am actually feeling really happy….grateful for my life and the blessings I have—frustrated about plenty of things, but feeling like I can actually accomplish some goals and make some headway.
I have to remind myself, as I feel frustrated with where I am and how slow this whole healing thing is going. that I am doing so much better than I have in the past, even if the scale doesn’t necessarily reflect the progress I have made.
It is time to recommit myself to taking care of me–not just emotionally, but physically as well—eating right, sleeping more and exercising more regularly. I used to exercise all the time! I loved it!! Then I had so many babies so close together that consistent, hard exercise seemed unrealistic. Now I have the time and the desire, but my body is having trouble cooperating. Do you have any idea how much harder exercise is with an extra 60 pounds? Blah!!! Now I have to be diligent in my food intake as well. More self discipline. Ugh!
I was going to give you an update on the fam, but I think it is wrong of me to post the kids lives on my blog, since six of them are adults……I should probably let them share or not share their own news. But just to satisfy your curiosities, no marriages yet. At this point, I am not sure how much they are even dating……. Nosy mothers don’t get very far.
I am rereading that book series. That might be why more of the sadness is surfacing. I think I cleaned out some or even a lot of it, but obviously not all of it. So more work on that front.
Guess what? Yesterday was my 28th anniversary!!! Twenty-eight years of marriage!! Can you believe it?
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I should probably actually get to the reflections part. Here goes.
- I love my husband more now than I did when we first married. He is an amazing man, who is kind, sweet, adorable, and he loves me and worships the ground I walk on. He is gentle and sensitive and he cares. For all of our differences, and disagreements over the years, we know each other better and appreciate each other more. What would I do without him?
- Parenting is just plain hard. I thought after so many children that I would know what I was doing. True, I am a better parent than when I started, but each and every child makes me learn something new in parenting that individual. They are all exhausting.
- I am going to venture to say that the older they get, parenting seems more difficult. Not kidding. When they were little, I was in charge of everything–from what they ate to when they slept, who they played with, and what they wore. I almost always knew where they were and what they were doing. Now, I have no clue. Though I love my adults and love being their mother, I rarely know where they are or what they are doing, and sometimes when they tell me, I really wish that they hadn’t. And our conversations take way more time!!
- Money really doesn’t matter so much. I really thought while we were so young and struggling that when we made what we are making now, life would be so easy to manage because we would have plenty of resources. Not so. We spend a ton more and not on anything fun like huge family vacations or new automobiles or even a house. We pay for travel for children, tuition that was short, housing that couldn’t be met, food at the end of a college month. And we haven’t even started paying for wedding things yet. Yikes!!
- Though I hate moving, it does make you clean out your stuff! We have not moved for almost 10 years. The garage will testify to that fact. I hate cleaning the garage.
- As life slows down, I have more time for reflection. People don’t ask me to do as much as they once did. Most of my friends with little people don’t ask me to watch their kids. I still have tons to do. I just tend to do it by myself. All of my friends who are my age, have gone back to work and the young moms all hang out with each other. I spend a lot of time preparing for seminary, and working around the house and just cleaning out my emotional closets. I am ready to start managing some yard work and tackling housing projects.
- The Lord has been so very good to us. We have definitely had our trials and our heartaches and we will undoubtedly have more. I mean, think about it. Life is hard for all of us. There are a lot of learning experiences, for everyone. As my children grow, they will each have their own. I know it will be a different learning experience to watch them struggle through their issues while I just do what I can to help them. We have had some things like that, but nothing like watching your children manage the issues of their children. I would bet that is a whole different ball of wax.
- The gospel is still true. I hope I will continue to be true to the gospel.
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I have so many thoughts swirling around in my head right now that I don’t even know where to start. It seems fitting, probably, that for the sake of our discussion today, I should begin with this quote:
“The heart is a tender place. It is sensitive to many influences, both positive and negative. It can be hurt by others. It can be deadened by sin. It can be softened by love. Early in our lives, we learn to guard our hearts. It is like we erect a fence around our hearts with a gate in it. No one can enter that gate unless we allow him or her to.“In some cases the fence we erect around our hearts could be likened to a small picket fence with a Welcome sign on the gate. Other hearts have been so hurt or so deadened by sin that they have an eight-foot (2.5-m) chain-link fence topped with razor wire around them. The gate is padlocked and has a large No Trespassing sign on it. …“… The condition of our hearts directly affects our sensitivity to spiritual things. Let us make it a part of our everyday striving to open our hearts to the Spirit. Since we are the guardians of our hearts, we can choose to do so” (Gerald N. Lund, “Opening Our Hearts,” or May 2008, 33, 34).
Our oldest son just got his first big boy job!! He is teaching sixth grade, complete with salary and benefits!! He has been teaching for about two weeks now. He comes home at the end of the day exhausted and elated and ready to start the next day. I can say that, not because he lives at home with us, but because I talk to him regularly, almost every day. And every day ends with this sentence: “I love my job, Mom!”
We are so happy for him!!! Yea!! One big boy planted! I am sure things will change….eventually. Because we all know that the only constant is change. But for now, he is happy and has found a professional home. Hooray!!! I cannot believe I am the mother of a professional man….and I still have a first grader at home…..but that is beside the point.
He is going by Mr. Kyle, because well, Mr. Lund is his father. (Think Crush from Finding Nemo….Dude, Mr. Turtle is my father.) And to be honest, I really like his facial hair and his bald head. He looks so much more professional! When I saw him for the first time after he had shaved his head and grown out his beard, “Hey, your head’s upside down!!” He didn’t think that was very funny. I am still laughing. 😆
About a week before the eclipse, I started hearing about all of these people in my ward who were going out of town for the eclipse. They wanted to see the whole thing. I thought it was great….interesting…..happy for them. But really?! Ok. I can see the draw. But personally, didn’t really care. I put it on my radar anyway and did a little bit of research (like read CNN) about when it would occur. Then since two of my children still wouldn’t be in school and it was early enough in the morning, I thought I would make sure they had an opportunity to check it out. This was the view from our house:
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|A sunset at our house…when it isn’t foggy.|
My blogging percentage is wwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy down, just in case you hadn’t noticed! But here is an up to date family photo!!
Crazy stuff happened in our family over the last few months. Our missionary came home. We dropped Sport and Speedy off at BYU Provo with Spanky and Scuff. Slim got a job teaching sixth grade!! We are all dying! And we cannot wait until it has been a few weeks. He really is an amazing man and a great teacher! But he has a lot of work to do in the patience department, but he is ready!
The biggest news since I last blogged is that they released Drew as the Bishop. He served on the High Council for four months, specifically serving with the YSA in the area. Two weeks ago, they called him to be our stake patriarch!! He will do a great job, I am sure. His first blessing is tonight.
I cannot believe we are growing up so fast! Six of our ten children are out of the house and adults. Five are returned missionaries—-five! Speedy will turn in his papers at the end of this next school year. Sun is 16! Shorty isn’t ‘shorty’ anymore and is 14. Even Smiley is taller than me!! He is home schooling this year. And Spike Spike is in the first grade, and now is so large that I cannot scoop him out of bed and carry him to the living room for family prayers in the morning. I am not quite sure how I am going to make sure he gets there. Maybe Shorty will have to do it.
If I could summarize the last year that I have not really been blogging, I guess I would have to tell you that I have completed A LOT of emotional work. I have uncovered a lot of unresolved emotional issues, Drew and I have worked out a lot of communication issues (through a lot of miscommunication and then having to resolve it), and I have a more realistic picture of who others are and thus my expectations of them can be more in line with their abilities and my feelings are less hurt because I am not hoping for behavior from them that is unrealistic. I am sorry you are not getting any detail for those things. I am pretty sure that is why I wasn’t blogging. I didn’t know how to ‘not say’ the details of my emotional journey. The results, however, are wonderful! I can cry when my feelings are hurt, usually in the moment, which is sometimes embarrassing…..but I am getting there. I am not usually stuffing my feelings with food because I am not trying to hide from them. As a consequence, I am eating differently and dropping weight without paying any attention to it. I am now below 200, which is about 25 pounds that just went away. I still have a lot of work to do. I am no where near finished and I know I have some big emotional hurdles coming at me….like a freight train. Those will not be fun. But I feel more confident in myself and my emotions and less like I have ‘to be’ something for someone else. I can just be me….drama and all.
I am still teaching seminary. Tomorrow is our first day! Book of Mormon this year! I am super excited because I feel like I know the Book of Mormon, where with the other books of scripture, I had to learn them. I knew some of the stories, but not like I know the Book of Mormon. The Spirit has been trying to take me out of my comfort zone to create a new comfort zone. I have been so scared to teach outside of the manual that it has stifled my teaching. Over the past few months, I have spoken in church twice (twenty minutes each), and at camp three nights (60 minutes each), and done so without notes. I have a baptism coming up, where I am supposed to do that again. It is a new experience trying to speak completely from the Spirit without prior notes or sources. I am sure it has been practice for teaching this year as I choose to teach my students, using the material but not completely leaning on the material. I know I can do it, I have just been afraid to do it on an every day basis. So pray for me, this year as I teach 🙂
I have also learned that big boys still need their mom. Slim calls me almost every day. Spanky and Speedy call sometime during the week. Scuff and Sport call maybe monthly. I do love talking to them, and when we do talk, I am reminded of how much I love them and really like having adult children!!
I think I am going to start slowly–blogging, I mean. I really don’t know how often I will write. But I do know it is time to get back into the saddle, so here I am. Have a great Sabbath Day!!
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I am not even sure where to start……
Blogging for me is therapeutic. There is no other way to say it. It is here that I process my feelings, as scary as that is. Not that I need to write for the world to know the innermost thoughts of my heart, but writing allows me to access that part of myself. For some reason, with the business of the world, I just never seem to get back to there. But when I write, I reach down into my soul and pull the words out. Gosh it feel so good!!!
Our life has been super challenging. Over the holidays and right after, I think we were sick for about eight weeks straight! I kept Spike Spike home from school for three weeks because we just could not get control of his asthma. Then when I finally did send him back to school, he was there for four days and came home with pneumonia. I was sick during that time too, and sleep deprived. We have had car issues, and work drama, school drama, ward drama…….stuff everywhere! I don’t know that I need to go into all of it, but how grateful I am for General Conference coming up this weekend!!
It is one of the two times during the year when I get to just sit at home and soak up the Spirit without any expectations for my behavior. I tune the rest of the world out! I am busy that weekend! Sorry! Deal with it!!!! (Although to be honest, Sun does have a rehearsal on Saturday…..but she is only going to one hour in between sessions instead of the two hours they have scheduled.) And this General Conference will be even more wonderful!!! For the first time in 5 and 1/2 years, my husband won’t be the Bishop!!!
Drew was released last Sunday.
Happy, happy day!! I do not mean to sound ungrateful. Serving our ward has been a wonderful gift. I know we have received blessings for his service. But you know what?! We have not received one phone call for the Bishop in almost a week. No extra meetings. No drop by’s. No ‘please tell your husband’ texts. We need some down time. My husband does not exactly run fast, and I think he has been running faster than he likes to for about 5 1/2 years.
Over the last six months, I have been really struggling with some very deep seated sadness. It isn’t anything recent, in fact it is really, really old. I have recognized that I do not have expectations of others, because the person I do have them of and their importance to me is so completely disappointing that I have buried it way down deep, and I have been carrying it around for a long, long time. Over the last year, the Spirit has helped me to see that is what I have been doing and over the last six months, He has been trying to convince me to let it go and turn it back over to Heavenly Father. I have been holding on for about 40 years now thinking that if I just wait and hope and pray a little longer, things will change. Finally, the Spirit has prevailed and helped me to see that the thing I desire most is completely out of my control and not even in my wheelhouse of stewardship. In fact, it is completely the responsibility of someone else and I have to be OK if they choose to use their agency in such a way that my expectations are actually unrealistic. That has been super painful to face. I don’t think I have been able to write simply because it has been so very painful and how do I process all of that publicly anyway?? You don’t ….which is why I haven’t been writing.
I have written here and there in my journal, but it isn’t the same. Most of my journalling (I am making that a verb, even if spell check doesn’t like it…..), is done in the morning while I am trying to plan my seminary lesson. And I don’t know about you, but as soon as I get one lesson out of the way, I have to teach another one tomorrow, so it isn’t even like I have time to process. Plus, the New Testament isn’t exactly my area of expertise. It has been a long year. I am really glad it is almost over.
I love teaching! Love it! I love my kids!!! I have SIX Seniors!!! We have really had some amazing discussions and really had a lot of fun in our classroom. I am really sad they are all going to be graduating. I know that is what is best for them. But next year I have zero Seniors….well, one inactive one. And I am always disappointed that more of my class doesn’t come more often. That is another place where I just have no control. That whole agency thing again.
When I was a younger mother and we had first moved here, I visit taught an amazing woman who I loved and looked up to. She had lots of teenagers and some grown kids too. One day during our visit, she told me that she wasn’t sure she like this whole agency thing. I just couldn’t wrap my head around why she felt that way. I am starting to get it.
Watching people I love use their agency to make mistakes or unwise choices has been really hard for me. I pray for peace. I try not to pray for understanding. I pray to see them as the Lord does. I pray for love and the ability to be kind even when I do not agree.
Having studied enough development, I should be able to understand and reason that most people do not make decisions they disagree with. If they are following a given course of behavior, it is usually because whatever they have reasoned out in their minds is what they think is best for them. I can kind of get that. But where I really struggle is when I know they have information that should lead them to want to follow God’s way, and yet, they just choose not to do that. So far, that has not been my children. But it is people very close to me. People who I love. People who I want to be with me in eternity. But people who are making other choices and their mortal time of decision making is almost over. I think as the time is drawing closer and closer for them to cross the veil, I am facing more and more grief every day. I am recognizing that I have to turn it over to my Father in Heaven or it will eat me alive.
I am still functioning and taking care of my family and my class. But there is a lot more crying—which I know is good. It is not depression. It is just a sign of how much grief and loss is in there. I asked in my prayers the other day, why, why is it so difficult for me? Why is there so much grief over this loss? Why can’t I just say, well, that’s how it is and that’s their choice. Oh well! I should be happy with the response. But it just makes me more sad. The answer was because I love so deeply. Well, if I didn’t, then it wouldn’t hurt so bad would it? Sometimes I wish I could just function that way. That’s not the right answer, by the way…..
See??!! Look what I did? A few paragraphs in and already down to the core. That didn’t take too long. Now the tears are coming.
I really just need to reframe the whole situation. I REALLY need to give it back to my Father in Heaven. He loves them more than I do. He can help them more than I can. It is not my job. But I certainly wanted it to be my success. Maybe that is part of the problem. I really struggle with the results of things. I measure how well I did my job by statistics and the success and choices of my people. That is not a true measure. And those things don’t belong to me. That whole agency thing again……
Thanks for listening, Blogsphere……
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It is obviously a work in progress and I am no where near finished.
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I had an experience this last week that I wanted to share. Spike began attending kindergarten at the start of the school year. I go and help in his class once a week, but only for about an hour. The children know me, but I am not ever present so they do not have the same kinship with me as they do with their teacher—which is fine.
Over the last couple of weeks, as I have dropped Spike off for class, one of his classmates has been having a really difficult time with school. Every morning she is crying because she doesn’t want to be there. It is just heartbreaking to watch this totally sweet, innocent little brown eyed girl with flowing long brown hair, sobbing with her fingers in her mouth because she is sad about being at school.
On Tuesday, she was again having a hard time. Grandma had dropped her off and she wouldn’t even come into the classroom. We had arrived just as class was about to start, so I thought I would help out the teacher and see if she would talk to me so the teacher could manage the other 20 students in the classroom.
At first, she wasn’t very keen on speaking to me. But I eventually won her heart and she opened up to me. As we talked, she shared how much she really just wanted to give her grandma one more hug before she left. And she shared how difficult it is to go to school every day without her sister there. Her sister had been there last year as a 2nd grader while this little person was in transitional kindergarten. I tried to help her see that kindergarten wouldn’t last that long and she would be picked up soon and that she had already done 49 days of kindergarten and she could do one more. During our conversation, she let me know that she wouldn’t be picked up after kindergarten. She had daycare until her mom or grandma got off of work.
At that point, I kind of stopped. Wait a minute. You mean you are five years old, and your day starts before 8 a.m. and you don’t get picked up until 6 p.m.—-Every DAY?!! And you did this last year when you were four? You are five, and you are putting in more than a forty-hour week?!!
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Now, I am not trying to blame the parents. I know some parents are in situations where that is the reality of their existence in order to take care of their family. And maybe this is one such family. However, the stress it is putting on this little person is obvious! She is not getting her emotional needs met, at five, because she is being pushed to do more than realistically should be expected of a five year old.
Childhood is so very, very short!! It just broke my heart that those circumstances are the reality of her day. It was so upsetting to me, that when Spike had a doctor’s appointment at 10 that morning, I didn’t bother to bring him back to school. I decided that at least one little person in the world could just come home and play, and be five—the whole day.
When I returned to school that afternoon to pick up Spike’s back pack (because I had intended on taking him back to school after his appointment), the teacher thanked me for helping her little student that morning. I didn’t feel like I had done much. But then, I opened up my heart to her and just shared my feelings with her and why I hadn’t brought Spike back to school. I didn’t think that was that big of a deal either.
But then a miracle happened.
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The next day, Spike and I were late to class. Spike’s teacher is excellent about starting class on time. As we walked into class, the children were still playing, 10 minutes into class. There was a happy buzz about the classroom. Everyone was just doing their own thing with or without friends. But the energy in the room was very happy and relaxed. The teacher and I talked for a few minutes. She shared with me that my comments the day before had prompted her to let the kids ‘just be kids’ and to enjoy their classroom and relax. She said that when it was time for school to start, her little emotional person had just gotten settled with a group of girls and after thinking about how hard life it sometimes, she had decided that she just needed to let them play.
I don’t have any idea how long she let them go before she decided that she needed to ‘get them on task’. I don’t even know if that conversation carried over for more than one day. But for that day, it made a difference in the emotional development of at least four people, probably more.
We really don’t know how small and insignificant behaviors affect others. I didn’t think my thoughts were very profound, and certainly I was not purporting an agenda or trying to sway the masses. I just shared the innermost thoughts of my heart with another person–thoughts about how difficult life is for one little girl and how much she is struggling just maintain it from day to day. I am not trying to blame others for her circumstances or theirs…….just making observations, and wishing life was just a little easier and a little less demanding.
Take time out!! Especially for the little people. They were not made to run as fast as we like to think we should. In fact, maybe they are in our lives to make us stop and slow down. If anything I have learned after having nine children, there is nothing more important than the emotional needs of our little people. If we want them to become the kind of people who will change the world for the better, it is up to us to stop the world and validate that they matter! What they think and what they want and what they need! They are valuable! They are important! And it is out job to protect them and remind them of their importance and of our love!
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