For my teacher friends here in South Florida...can you believe it's our LAST week of summer break?!
This can be a time of mixed emotions, especially for those who are also mommas--we're excited for a new school year, to meet the new kiddos and see the smiles of the familiar ones. But working a job that requires so much time and energy, it can also be hard to part with having that extra time and space to catch up on the other areas of our life, make memories with our kids, and finish a cup of coffee in the morning ;) Because of that mix of feelings, it's easy to put off preparing to return (mentally, emotionally, and literally) and then be left scrambling, making the return feel overwhelming rather than enjoyable. And that just leaves us entering the new year on the wrong foot.
If you've been teaching long enough, you'll probably agree that a great school year doesn't happen by accident--it happens intentionally. With that in mind, I created a video to hopefully ease the transition and give you some tools to start the school year off on the right foot. Nothing fancy or formal--just sharing, from my experience, some tools & practices that have helped me (and will hopefully help you) to create your best year yet.
It's about 40 minutes long so here are some points you may want to skip to to find specific content:
2:30~What to do if you're feeling resistance about returning
14:00~How creating a visual of your vision/philosophy can serve as your anchor when the seas get rough (they will!)
16:00~Help with creating a peaceful, yet structured, classroom environment
22:30~A non-negotiable that will make your year so much easier
31:30~What authentic power looks like in the classroom & how to get more respect from your students this year
37:30~Where to find more information about the T.E.A.C.H. framework
If you've found this helpful at all, please share with a teacher-friend. Wishing you all a peaceful transition and your best school year yet!
My twenty-year reunion is coming up next weekend.
Once the shock of that number has passed, what starts to set in is the realization that the dress rehearsal phase of life is over--it's showtime. It's been showtime.
At the ten year reunion, you may have been finishing up grad school, still switching jobs trying to find the right fit, thinking of (or actively) starting a family...still somewhat in the planning stages of adult life. Most of everything still seemed up ahead. It seemed there was so much time still to correct mistakes, make U-turns, to begin "someday" to start being more financially responsible or accomplish your dreams.
But at the twenty-year mark, you're approaching 40 and realizing that someday is now. While it's of course never too late to correct mistakes, make U-turns, or start pursuing your dreams, the difference between 38 and 28 is that life has sobered you up in a sense--you've gone from fantastical and fickle in your thinking to more realistic and responsible. You've come to realize from your life experiences, from your losses, that "someday" is today.
Yet, despite life sobering us up--despite being another decade older--somehow life is better and I find myself looking forward to this twenty-year reunion more than I did the ten-year.
I may have more lines on my face and ten (or a few more) pounds on me than the last time we met, but I have a more open heart and a better head on my shoulders. I've matured into a woman since then.
Rather than trying to compete with you, comparing stories of all we've accomplished, I'm just happy to see you--that you're still here. We've had some losses in our class since then.
I probably had more options then in a sense, but there's an unsettledness that comes with that sometimes...like a restaurant with too big a menu, there's a fear of making the "wrong” choices. I've settled into my life since then.
I'll probably try on less outfits this time and be able to carry on a conversation with you a little better, looking you in the eye whether there’s a drink in my hand or not. I've learned to love & accept myself since then.
I don’t sweat the small stuff as much and have come to know what true, unconditional love feels like--and understand that it's all that truly matters. I've become a mother since then.
The youth of my twenties was nice, but I wouldn't go back if you paid me. A skinnier waist, no dark spots, more freedom--that's 28. But not knowing if I'd have the courage to see the fruition of my dreams, caring far too much about the opinions of others, a more shallow appreciation for the gift of life itself--that's also 28. At least that was my 28...
But knowing who I am and what I'll tolerate...
Appreciating the simplicity of quiet moments...
Loving my husband fully for the human he is—the good & the bad—rather than believing he should be some sort of Prince Charming...
Raising my son and loving him on his good days and bad...
The fact that I’m actually writing this rather than just dreaming about it...
Being thankful I still get to call up my mom and dad...
Loving this beautiful yet bittersweet life and still having enough time left to keep dreaming...
This is 38.