I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"So naturally, I thought I was going to be a really fun parent. A free spirit, spontaneous and unconcerned with dirt or danger. I’d probably raise kids who were sponsored by Red Bull they’d be so fearless and capable. And then I had them..."
"Yes, they’re a lot—of everything. Their voice ricochets off of walls and it’s surprising glass doesn’t shatter. If you take out their batteries, they still run wildly—literally never running out of energy."
"It’s hard to believe that someday my place as his mother will be eclipsed by your place as his wife. But it is a change that I’ll welcome, hopefully with grace and humility."
"I seen a lot of parents making fun of these shoes. So then your kid goes to school, sees the less fortunate student has on the 'off brand' and now your child is mimicking YOU and bullying another student."
Mama, I can see that you're tired. There are tears in your eyes and every now and then a tear rolls down your cheek. I'm sorry mama but I feel really strange in this new world. I miss home. I miss always being close to you.
Someday, our windows won’t have tiny fingerprints covering every square inch of their glass. Someday, the trash won’t fill so quickly, and the fridge won’t empty so fast & dishwasher won’t need ran so often, and the hamper won’t always be overflowing.
