Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers
Acceptance. My word for this year. As it came to a close, I was happy to bid 2012 goodbye. My own little world seemed to lurch along in the same wild rhythm as the larger universe: there were sudden developments, alarming crises, and moments of great terror. There were times when I had to accept that I had no control over certain events, and others in which I had to simply accept outcomes - life does not always work in accordance with ones plans and hopes and efforts. One has to accept that.
Today, a new year begins, and l look forward to it. My children will be at the dinner table, and for a few days we will still have them all in the same place to enjoy, to marvel over, to cherish. I accept the fact that they must discover their own individual destinies, and that the next few years will mean seeing less of them in the way they will be this evening - all gathered around the family dinner table. I accept the fact that they must face their own difficulties and challenges, and that they will rise to them.
Tomorrow I return to my classroom, my kids. We have a lot of learning left to accomplish in the school year, and I accept that this, too, will mean an embrace of a certain type of acceptance - the fight against standardized testing, against apathy among colleagues, the fight for a curriculum and standards I believe in, a fight for my kids and their learning environment.
And then there is, always, the acceptance of listening for the wisdom of others who can frame a thought, a philosophy, a prayer, a wish in ways I cannot...and to find comfort and hope in their words. Others, for example, like the following poet who speaks to me today in this way:
A Thousand Mornings
All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.