How I handle rejection
When I was younger:
Finally I can look at you today and say to myself, “what was I thinking?”
I made you Better, but I’m better by myself.
I can’t let people push me around. I need to speak out more about what I know is wrong than thinking it’s okay to let it slide.
I wouldn’t mind a cowboy.
i know i’m not supposed to play favorites with my preschool kids, but i only do it in special cases.
i have a special place in my heart for one of the drop in children that comes in. he was adopted from Russia to this military family, and i’m guessing he had a rough start when he was born to the point he was taken in and adopted. he’s so small and frail and gets cold easily but i know his new family takes such good care of him and gives him so much love. he even wears glasses! he doesn’t really talk to the other children but he plays so well by himself and is so well mannered. i make sure when he comes and visits that i make him as comfortable as i can. like today i noticed during nap he was shaking under his blanket and i went over to him and tried covering him better and making warmth for him. i feel like he’s timid because of his history, but he’s adapting well, all things considered. he has a special place in my heart. this is only the third time he’s been with us but every time he’s in our class i grow to enjoy his presence more and more. not to say i don’t like the preschoolers already.. i mean, they’re great, and i hope they’re learning more from us than sharing blocks and listening to stories and animal noises. i want them to grow up knowing that their actions and words can mean a lot to someone and maybe if they have enough conviction, they can change the world. dare to dream tho.
be nice or leave.