It's the little things...
Last night was Parent Teacher night at the kids High School. I will freely admit, I may have been way too excited about this. I know, you must instantly think I am a super nerdy helicopter parent. Well I was, I used to be. However, that is not at all what I was feeling last night. I was only too eager to talk to the teachers and thank them for their dedication and for teaching my child. I have immense gratitude for our teachers. When I think big picture, it's hard to believe that some countries around the world do not educate their children. It's a great reminder that we are blessed to live where we do and have access to solid education.
Last night I was feeling all the feels. I was keen to know how my kids were doing with their classes. But more importantly I was just so DAMN GRATEFUL to be there!!! You see, this was my very first High School parent teacher night that I have ever attended for my children. Why? I was too sick to attend the last two years. Luckily my husband is even more keen than I am to meet with teachers, so he held down the fort these last few years (in so many ways). I felt super engaged and almost giddy with joy to be there in that moment. The marks the kids receive don't even phase me. I don't feel one way or another about them. When I think they can apply more effort I say so. When they think they are doing enough, I am pleased for them. If they are engaged I am thankful. If the class is really hard, I tell them they can do hard stuff. Cancer has given me this gift. The gift of knowing that as beings we can do hard stuff. We can get through hard stuff. We are equipped to handle so much more than we give ourselves credit for.
I have learned that it is in these tiny moments true joy happens.
So, my friends, enjoy those tiny moments, use them like a classroom and learn everything you can about them. I promise you that you will not regret it.