I'm going to keep this post short and sweet. Hello blogosphere, it's been a long time. As of late, I have been working and working… and getting sick… and working… and you won't believe what else I've been up to. What's that? Working? How'd you know?! I have made goals for myself to find a balance in life amidst having a job that seems to easily monopolize every moment of time I have. There are so many things I love about teaching. Yesterday, a student whose family I love, brought me a delicious cupcake from the Sweet Tooth Fairy. This family never had me as their official teacher (there are 3 children in it), but I got to interact with the oldest daughter when she was in 2nd grade and I was a substitute teacher at the school. Later during that school year, I met her little brother, who was in 1st grade at the time. He was such a sweet kid. When I got my job teaching 1st grade, I got to meet their youngest sister. I was able to teach her in math and reading groups and just loved her. She and her sister were so sweet last year- they made a little poster they put up outside of my classroom, which said, "We love Miss Merris more than poiple coicles." Imagine saying "purple circles" with a weird accent- my mom always did that when she taught her preschool kids about circles. As simple as it may sound, that family giving me a treat and being that thoughtful was so appreciated. Their mom was there when they gave me the cupcake and she said, "They just loved you and wanted to get that for you." I told them they had made my day and even my week. And I meant it. I'm so glad experiences like that happen at the times I need them most. So much of my job makes me feel inadequate, stressed, and worn thin. I feel as if I'm doing so much, giving all of my time, and at times, I just don't feel like I'm making a difference. It's at moments like these that my heart is reminded of the love that my students feel for me and I feel for them. I enjoy making them laugh and feel loved. I often think of my Patriarchal blessing and how it talks about children and how they will sit by my knee and feel the love of the Father through me. I have seen that come true so much in my class and with students in general. I love children and always will. I love their spirits, their unwavering faith, and their constant love. Their kind voices, sincere compliments, and hugs can turn any day into a better one. Truly, someday I hope to be able to have my own. Until that day arrives, I'll continue to "raise" them at school. I'm a mother-in-training no doubt.
The past few weeks and even months have been stressful and have been filled with fun sicknesses. Through it all, I have listened to some good music because life without music is misery. I have loved a song that my brother introduced to me in November and have heard it so many times since the day he blessed me with its greatness. It is called "Uptown Funk" by Mark Ronson, featuring Bruno Mars. I hope that it is only the beginning of the 70s sound! I challenge you to listen to it and NOT dance or feel the inclination to get up and bust a move! I bet you that you won't be able to contain yourself!
Another song I've absolutely loved this past week is called "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran. It has great vocals, great soul, and is so sweet. I love love songs. Though I try not to be, I'm a hopeless romantic. In my castle in the sky (aka my apartment), I dream of a prince rescuing me from P-town and "taking me into [his] loving arms." Someday… someday.
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