"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"Now, I’m about to tell you something that you probably didn’t expect to hear from me, but: You don’t feel pretty enough, because you aren’t pretty enough."
I had nightmares about the 2-year-old I found crushed under a truck tire while mom was inside buying dope - But you didn't know. I really struggled with EVERY death notification I made to a family about their loved one - But you didn't know.
"Our children will most likely never know the tears we cried behind closed doors, or the prayers we begged for in the middle of the night. Until they have children of their own, they won’t understand that our hearts break when theirs break, maybe even harder than their own."
Take that step, mama…Reach out to that friend, get together and share your heart about life. Share the good and the bad. You will go back to your family even more refreshed, more joyful, and feeling more balanced than you ever could trying to hold all of those “hats” equally!
Let me tell you why those who ooze passion for teaching are leaving the occupation like their hair is on fire. The old excuse "the kids have changed". No. No friggin way. Kids are kids. PARENTING has changed.
