feet up, head firmly rooted
It's Sunday night, my feet are up-- I should be working on lesson plans, but I am not. I plug in my ipod, spin the dial to Mr. A-Z and settle back with my laptop. Across the desk from me is my favorite cousin, who should be working and very well may be. It's been one of those weekends.
Yesterday I struggled with mounds of self-doubt, mounds of how to reach the kids who are falling further and further behind. It's hard to let some of them fall below the line, fall and be left behind. Some are self-selecting, some, well, some are just not warm and fuzzy enough to coddle. Besides, who has time to coddle 150 of them?
But, I do love them, all of them, even the ones that I constantly send off for discipline. I love the sunrises and the sunsets, I love the constant smell of summer in the air, (although I could do without the constant biting of the mosquitos.
From time to time I wonder if I'm ever going to get this right.
For now, this life is enough for me. I wish it were enough for everyone.
Yesterday I struggled with mounds of self-doubt, mounds of how to reach the kids who are falling further and further behind. It's hard to let some of them fall below the line, fall and be left behind. Some are self-selecting, some, well, some are just not warm and fuzzy enough to coddle. Besides, who has time to coddle 150 of them?
But, I do love them, all of them, even the ones that I constantly send off for discipline. I love the sunrises and the sunsets, I love the constant smell of summer in the air, (although I could do without the constant biting of the mosquitos.
From time to time I wonder if I'm ever going to get this right.
For now, this life is enough for me. I wish it were enough for everyone.