I bet my children’s parents never have to worry about weeds in their yard. Because these kids…. they pluck every beautiful flower (or weed) they see. Instead of playing they’re busy picking flowers for their mommies and daddies ❤❤, wiping their pollen-stained hands on their clothes, their hair whipping in the wind, their eyes shying away from the sun. I do not know what their parents think of when they open up flower-filled backpacks, see mud-caked clothes, or pollen stained on dresses, but I hope they realize the love their children have for them when they say, “Look mommy/daddy. I got you a flower!”
It’s not until we have to get back to the hustling and bustling in our lives,
that we can enjoy the snow in its entirety.
when i drown,
the riptides pull me in
and then push me out,
and i, like an echo,
colliding into others until i finally reach
sometimes i am merely a whisper,
my words muddled,
i am the wave crashing in.
Kids: Ms. Sara…. it’s really windy.
Me: I know! Hold onto yourselves so you don’t get blown away.
Holding onto their hats and scarves, some of the older ones look at me puzzled while the younger ones look at me in amazement, as if to ask Can that really happen? 😉 😄
Walking in line is a hard thing to do for my kids and its understandable. We have a long way to go before we reach the cafeteria. The dynamics of my classroom makes it an interesting class. There are kids who fight in line, kids who decide it’s time to sit down for a conversation, kids who turn like pinwheels while walking (and cry when they fall down 😆😂)
The kids are walking in line as we head back to classroom from the cafeteria. One kid isn’t looking forward as she walks and as a result trips and falls into another kid who in turn loses balance and falls on one knee. I braced myself for the “Ms. SahhhRRAAA….. She puuushed meeeee!”
Instead I heard this:
R: OUCH! (Looked at the kid behind her and then at me. She got up and turned around and said, ” Are you ok-ke?”
They lock eyes, bring both their hands to their mouth, and giggle. So cute.
Tell me one thing,
do fireflies lose their
light if our wish is granted?
i have a habit of internalizing
dreams, wishes, thoughts
they float around in my head until wobbling out onto paper
fully covered in ink
voice sometimes i drown myself in it and sometimes it drowns in me
Quiet does not equate to Silent
you cannot handle my silence
tears, hurt, pain
i tend to sit in my own silence, deafening
a ticking bomb
i may lose my sanity or i may lose my self
either way i’m lost to this world