Can we talk about how someone (99% sure it’s my wonderful cousin!) purchased a white board for my classroom?! Amazon wishlists are magical. I would like to thank this someone. Y, you are an amazing cousin, mother, wife, and friend. I love you so very much.
On a related note, I do encourage YOU, yes you, to read some of Y’s musings on love, life, parenting, and her beautiful kids. She captures her emotions and feelings in ways I wish I could.
Below in an excerpt and link to one of her more powerful posts on bullying.
Tonight, as I lay grinding over my worries, my thoughts were interrupted by memories, and I finally realized that maybe I was bullied, too. I was an odd kid. Precocious, smart, obnoxious, oblivious. Bad combo. I remembered 5th grade, when all the boys in my small class would hit me on the upper arm as they walked past. I couldn’t wear short sleeves because of the bruises. They also ganged up and gave me snow baths every day. I switched schools the next year, and thought sixth and seventh grades were better. But looking back I see myself hiding from the taunting of my classmates, reading in corners of the library instead of playing outside. I vividly remember being brought in front of a four girl “jury” in the gym and made to answer embarrassing personal questions with the specious promise that they’d be my friends afterward. In history class, I was punished by the teacher for crying out when the boy in the desk behind me stabbed my back with sharp pencils and crushed my rib cage by shoving his desk into mine. That boy recently asked to be my facebook friend. I declined.”