Small Things With Great Love

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Apr 24 2013

Letting your kids see you cry

you know that feeling of being so tired that you just want to cry? and no matter how hard you try, you can’t pinpoint why? well, that happened today after school as my poetry club was walking into my classroom.

They saw it coming, so they starting cleaning my classroom for me. Then it came. I just couldn’t hold it back, not sure where it came from but it just needed to come out.

I left the room because I didn’t want them to see me like that.

When I came back, they had left to practice in the auditorium.

I pulled myself together and snuck in the back. I observed them as they did an exercise where they put a poetic twist on what they had just witnessed: true human emotion. They started yelling out “I’m tired of this pain, lies, backstabbing” “I’m tired of people not living out who they ought to be” “I’m tired” of this “I’m tired” of that. Then they started talking about me, and how even though I am a teacher, I’m just like them. I have emotions too. Then Tommy all of a sudden raised his hands and said they should all go and see if I was okay. Many chimed in yes, and others said no, to let me be. Because my classroom was my haven, just like a bedroom where you go to when you’re upset.

That was then I started crying again. This time, not because I was tired, but because I was so moved by how much they care about me and about each other. By how they can take from an experience and channel it into art. They have grown so much in such a short time. These kids are amazing. They are my inspiration. Love poetry club



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