New beginnings scare the junk out of me. I'd love to say I'm a free spirited adventurous soul, ready for anything. That's such a lie. I'm not wired that way. I sometimes complain that I feel suffocated by the middle. But I curl my hands around its safeness and hold it tight. I rub my check across it thoughtlessly. It feels like comfortable, stifling home.
Beginnings are hard.
Sometimes we don't know how our new life will fit us. Or how we will fit in it.
I can't think of a single important beginning of something I've done that wasn't hard. That didn't make me nervous and uptight and twitchy and unsettled. Everything that's ever been worth it- started out hard. Beginnings are hard because we don't know what to expect 100% of the time. We don't get the script in advance, therefore, we must constantly wing it.
When you are a control enthusiast (I LOVE you thesaurus! Enthusiast is SO much better then Freak. THANK YOU for the suggestion!) we focus on what change will force us to leave behind- because that part is KNOWN. It's hard to focus on the future and focus on the good we can't necessarily imagine yet- the UNKNOWN.
At least for today. Trust the unknown.
Back to school often focuses on the kids. For a moment, I want to focus on the Teachers.
Teachers, you amaze me. You inspire me. You change the world DAILY. Sometimes it feels like laminating and correcting and stapling and babysitting. What you do is SACRED. What you do is APPRECIATED. You constantly buy stuff for your class with your very own dollars. You think about our children even outside of school. You often spend more time with our children each day than you do with your own family.
You are Corinthians 13:4-8. I don't think God would mind if we interchanged Teachers and Love.
Teachers are patient, Teachers are kind. They do not envy or boast. Teachers are not rude, self-seeking, or easily angered. Teachers keep no record of wrongs. Teachers do not delight in evil but rejoice with the truth. Teachers always protect, always trust, always hope, always persevere. Teachers never fail.
It's crazy how both LOVE and TEACHERS both work so perfectly.
I think the greatest of Teachers are the ones that challenge our balance. The ones that teach us to think differently. The ones that teach us to think for ourselves. Sometimes I wonder if Jesus is looking down on those WWJD bracelets thinking, No! NOT ME.You. What would YOU do?! That's why you're there. The greatest of Teachers, inside the classroom and out, are the ones that teach us that anything is possible.
So, the pencils are sharpened...
The desks are ready.
Now GO CHANGE THE WORLD. I promise to help you.
Who am I not to be happy? I've got an in the ground pool. Growing up in Missouri, above the ground pools were mainly the thing. In the ground pools were mostly for insanely lucky and rich people. In 3rd grade, if you would have told me that one day I would have an in the ground pool when I grew up, I might have died. I would have thought I had EVERYTHING.
And somewhere between then and now, I started needing stuff. More stuff. Different stuff. Then one day I needed husband and a home and then a bigger home and then children to fill it. Luckily they are damn cute kids.
If you don't like the view, change your perspective.
And then I got a pool. An in the ground pool, and I never really stopped to recognize it in awe until this very second.
All 3rd grader me needed to be happy was an in the ground pool. I never said- In order to be happy I can't be affected by autism. It wasn't on any short or long list. And so now I realize I have my family and my in the ground pool. And friends all over the world like you. I have a lot for which to be grateful.
You absolutely need to read this blog about a woman with two boys with autism, I imagine someone saying to me in my past life. Yes- give me the link! I imagine saying with a smile, then promptly deleting it. That sounds...depressing. Life is depressing enough, why seek out more? But since you are here, that means you didn't throw it away. Which leads me to believe it isn't depressing, which then somehow gives me strength and perspective and hope. I'm pretty sure I need you more than you need me.
So thank you for being here. And thank you...for everything.
Love, love love. Love.
Forward this blog post to all the Teachers you know. Tell them we appreciate all they do. While you're at it, Like Life with Greyson + Parker on Facebook. Sorry, I'm being a little bossy.