The morning of our class Valentine’s Day party, a student quietly placed an envelope on my desk. In the busyness of directing where to put party supplies and where to put the Valentine’s to be passed out and reminding 18 little ones that yes, their homework is still due today, I had overlooked this envelope.
During breakfast, a raised hand asked if I had read his note yet, the note that was placed on my desk. I walked over and opened it. The most wonderful 2 sentences were carefully written on a piece of notebook paper.
As I looked over at him eating breakfast quietly at his desk, I could see in his eyes that he meant every word.
The last 7 months I have been with this student have taught me so much about the human condition. I’ve heard the lies: I can’t do this, I’m not smart, this is hard, and I’m a bad kid. Nothing much else breaks my heart. Together we have begun to identify these lies and have replaced them with truth. One day at a time.
Realizing that one test score, one bad day, one whatever does not define us as a person radically levels the playing field. It’s not about being perfect or having it all together, but finding strength in the struggle.