I feel heartened that you are a mother of boys. I know first-hand the gift it is to be in a classroom with you -- the transformation you've made in me and all whom you've taught (even those maybe less noticed, like the campers in brambles).
The class with N--'s text share healed something in me; it's because of you that this kind of space and witchery can exist. I was so moved by the stories shared -- then held -- and the attentiveness within the room. You’ve shown us how to practice that. Our school needs you. ❤️
I hope that, possibly, below a mountain peak somewhere, amidst petals, is a garden of your words. Thank you, always, for loaning me the language I didn’t know I needed on a summer Wednesday.
A moment I will never forget: your hand on the doorknob, the courage it took to tell your story before walking through the doorway. The example you were to all of us in that moment of speaking through and in spite of pain. What a stroke of luck to squeeze each other in just before you left, to ensure what I know with certainty will be a life-long friendship. You have my admiration always, always.
This response is exactly what her teaching knows and asks and provides. Thank you for naming it, Sherine. Thank you for being it. Thank you for carrying this witchery forward 💖
This is so lovely. Such a beautiful approach, with any young person. I think my only wishes for siblings often so that all of the focus isn't on her all the time, ha! Both of us tend to want to jump in to 'fix' things, especially emotional teen things. Alas, sometimes all they want and need is the time and space to feel and react independent of parental advice. Great read and reminder!
Alissa, so wonderful to see you in my inbox. What a powerful essay. And a beautiful journey-as always.
I smiled and wept at this: “Two of them kiss each other on the heads now. When they said goodbye after graduation, three of them said “I love you” to me.”
What a profound foundation of emotional maturity the boys/emerging men are developing. And they will start a new cycle from what they didn’t get from their dads.
Your sons are so fortunate to have you as their mom, and role model.
Thank you, dear James. What a gift it is to consider you among my role models, a north star of compassionate goodness. I’m always so grateful to hear what moved you.
I feel heartened that you are a mother of boys. I know first-hand the gift it is to be in a classroom with you -- the transformation you've made in me and all whom you've taught (even those maybe less noticed, like the campers in brambles).
The class with N--'s text share healed something in me; it's because of you that this kind of space and witchery can exist. I was so moved by the stories shared -- then held -- and the attentiveness within the room. You’ve shown us how to practice that. Our school needs you. ❤️
I hope that, possibly, below a mountain peak somewhere, amidst petals, is a garden of your words. Thank you, always, for loaning me the language I didn’t know I needed on a summer Wednesday.
A moment I will never forget: your hand on the doorknob, the courage it took to tell your story before walking through the doorway. The example you were to all of us in that moment of speaking through and in spite of pain. What a stroke of luck to squeeze each other in just before you left, to ensure what I know with certainty will be a life-long friendship. You have my admiration always, always.
This response is exactly what her teaching knows and asks and provides. Thank you for naming it, Sherine. Thank you for being it. Thank you for carrying this witchery forward 💖
This is a wonderful, important piece, both brilliantly braided and as clear as a tear.
This is so lovely. Such a beautiful approach, with any young person. I think my only wishes for siblings often so that all of the focus isn't on her all the time, ha! Both of us tend to want to jump in to 'fix' things, especially emotional teen things. Alas, sometimes all they want and need is the time and space to feel and react independent of parental advice. Great read and reminder!
Alissa, so wonderful to see you in my inbox. What a powerful essay. And a beautiful journey-as always.
I smiled and wept at this: “Two of them kiss each other on the heads now. When they said goodbye after graduation, three of them said “I love you” to me.”
What a profound foundation of emotional maturity the boys/emerging men are developing. And they will start a new cycle from what they didn’t get from their dads.
Your sons are so fortunate to have you as their mom, and role model.
Thank you, dear James. What a gift it is to consider you among my role models, a north star of compassionate goodness. I’m always so grateful to hear what moved you.