This is a place with hallways and desks, classrooms, chalkboards and pens. This is a place with "sit at your desk" and reading and writing and math. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, integers and graphs. Division.
His is a world with the number one, two, and one more. Anything larger than two and one more is an outstretched hand with fingers, or arms open wide for the most, the very biggest, the whole world.
This is a place where recess and lunch are annouced by bells that interrupt a train of thought: the puzzle, the game, the inside joke as we giggle. This is a world with "five minute warning", time to start, time to stop. Timers and schedules. "Don't run in the halls".
This is a place with 300+ students. They sit at their desks and run on the grounds. They line up, they gather, they play.
This is a place with unstructured play where the rules of the game can change unannounced. One child, two children, one more. The whole world. Each has their own plan with the blocks. Up the tower goes. There is joy in being together. And down the tower crashes. The joy can crash down too. This is a place where it's "hands to yourself", "five finger breathing", "let's check your visual schedule" and "listen for the timer!"
This is a place where we read books and do puzzles, color and cut. We swing and we slide and we dance. This is a place where we sing with our hands, gestures and signs, a voice without words. This is a place with big smiles and joy.
This is a place with friends. Friends to share a secret mission, running, holding hands and laughing all the way across the field to search and dig and play.
This is a place where friends want to understand. The best friends ask questions: tap this hand for chocolate, this hand for vanilla. The answer is always chocolate. This is a place where they ask anyways. This is a place where friends understand "one more" and affirm, "yes, one more minute."
This is a place with balance beams, pocket swings, fine motor tasks and "let's ride the bike." This is a place where we rally together. This is a place where we laugh all day long. And this is a place we belong.
Friday, June 30, 2017
Monday, June 5, 2017
An open letter to the little boy
Dear Little Boy ,
You are with your parents in a coffee shop on a beautiful sunny day and you spill your drink. It splashes onto the table and onto your body, then slowly dribbles down onto the floor. I don't know how old you are, but you are small enough that your feet dangle freely from your chair. Your parents are angry.
"I told you to sit still! I told you! You should have sat still!"
"I can't believe this. It's all over you. This is why we told you to sit still."
"Well? Are you going to clean him up, or what?"
"Look at this. It's all over your arms. Come here. I told you to sit still."
I watched as you tried to defend yourself.
"I was just..."
"I didn't mean to..."
"I didn't..."
I want to make eye contact with you, to tell you with my eyes that it is okay. Everyone makes mistakes. But you are looking at your shoes, certain that the whole world feels the way your parents do.
I want to tell your parents that it's okay too. That everyone makes mistakes. That little boys (and girls) can't always sit still. I want to tell them that adults make mistakes too.
I want to tell them what their child is learning while staring at his shoes.
- He is learning that mistakes are tragedies to be avoided at all cost.
- He is learning to feel shamed.
- He is learning that he is bad.
- He is learning that he is alone.
Accidents happen. Everyone makes mistakes.
In a world where I am a braver and better person, I would have liked to come up to you, little guy. And tell you you don't need to stare at your shoes. I would smile at you.
"Opps. Looks like an accident happened. Do you want to help me clean it up?"
I'd hand you a cloth and I would help you wipe up the drink. I'd ask you about your day. And then I'd remind you, and your parents that everyone makes mistakes. Even adults. The world needs more compassion. It didn't have to be like this.
You see little guy, I believe that the grown ups around you are here to teach you, and that you learn best when you are given the opportunity to learn from your mistakes and to solve problems. Your parents could have handed you the cloth the way I wanted to. They could have talked about how Mom asked you to sit still because she was really afraid of your drink spilling. You might then have agreed with her, and understood the consequences better next time.
But you didn't learn that today. You learned that you are bad and that the whole world is against you. But I need to tell you that it's not, little buddy.
I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to stand up for you in Starbucks. But if I'm lucky, someone will read this and it will help them learn how to help the next time.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
The search for perfection
I'm contemplating the meaning of being perfect. I see people, everywhere, but moms especially, struggling to be perfect. I struggle with it myself. I would like to be able to work full time, commute to and from work, attend all the clubs and activities on my son’s behalf, keep my house spotless, maintain a fulfilling social life, cook elaborate and nutritious meals every day, be a good daughter, sister and friend, make time to work out three times a week and spend quality time with my son. But doing all those things in the span of a week is impossible. So some things get cut from the list.
There is no perfection. It is simply impossible to be the perfect mom or a perfect person. Its contradictory. Is the perfect mom a stay at home mom, or a working mom? Does she keep a spotless house, cook perfect meals, keep the laundry on time, or let some of these things slide so she has time and energy to play a game of checkers with the kids? Or drink a cup of tea? We as parents and people cannot be everything all the time.
There is no such thing as the perfect mom, and there is no such thing as a perfect person.
If you fight to be perfect, you will always be unsatisfied. You will always come up short, because perfect is an arbitrary ideal that contradicts itself. We cannot be stay at home working mothers who keep a perfect house, provide perfect meals, vacuum daily, and still have life left to be with the children. There is no perfection in trying to be everything. Perfection is not the key to true happiness. The real perfection is in being happy.
What I mean is: perfection is the wrong goal. It won't get you anywhere or make you happy. The real goal should be happiness. Happiness in whatever context works for you. If being a working parent makes you happy, then work. If being a stay at home parent makes you happy, then that's what you should be (if you can). If being single is what makes you happy, then be single. If travelling is what makes you happy, then travel. If you feel happy when the house is perfect, than keep it perfect. If you'd rather watch "the little mermaid" with your kids instead of do the dishes, watch the little mermaid and let go of the dishes for a while. If you like tea, drink it. Just drink it, and do nothing else. Breathe regularly. Move your body because it feels good to do it. Just be happy. Be happy by recognizing that there is no such thing as perfection. Your house does not need to be spotless.
Most likely, ten years from now you’re not going to remember a single specific detail about today. You might remember something significant that happens to you, but I’d bet dollars that you won’t remember if the laundry sat in the basket or not. So be happy. Be happy in whatever moment you are in. Time goes by regardless of how we feel, so choose happiness.
Happiness should be your goal. Happiness is what matters. Perfection is a myth.
There is no perfection. It is simply impossible to be the perfect mom or a perfect person. Its contradictory. Is the perfect mom a stay at home mom, or a working mom? Does she keep a spotless house, cook perfect meals, keep the laundry on time, or let some of these things slide so she has time and energy to play a game of checkers with the kids? Or drink a cup of tea? We as parents and people cannot be everything all the time.
There is no such thing as the perfect mom, and there is no such thing as a perfect person.
If you fight to be perfect, you will always be unsatisfied. You will always come up short, because perfect is an arbitrary ideal that contradicts itself. We cannot be stay at home working mothers who keep a perfect house, provide perfect meals, vacuum daily, and still have life left to be with the children. There is no perfection in trying to be everything. Perfection is not the key to true happiness. The real perfection is in being happy.
What I mean is: perfection is the wrong goal. It won't get you anywhere or make you happy. The real goal should be happiness. Happiness in whatever context works for you. If being a working parent makes you happy, then work. If being a stay at home parent makes you happy, then that's what you should be (if you can). If being single is what makes you happy, then be single. If travelling is what makes you happy, then travel. If you feel happy when the house is perfect, than keep it perfect. If you'd rather watch "the little mermaid" with your kids instead of do the dishes, watch the little mermaid and let go of the dishes for a while. If you like tea, drink it. Just drink it, and do nothing else. Breathe regularly. Move your body because it feels good to do it. Just be happy. Be happy by recognizing that there is no such thing as perfection. Your house does not need to be spotless.
Most likely, ten years from now you’re not going to remember a single specific detail about today. You might remember something significant that happens to you, but I’d bet dollars that you won’t remember if the laundry sat in the basket or not. So be happy. Be happy in whatever moment you are in. Time goes by regardless of how we feel, so choose happiness.
Happiness should be your goal. Happiness is what matters. Perfection is a myth.
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Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Things that are new, things that I like..
So you have probably noticed already that things look different on the blog. We got a makeover and are moving forward! I used to limit what I wrote about to one subject (LGBTQ issues), and now I want to write about that, and much much more!
I wrote a book, so I am most excited to talk about that. I love everything to do with books. I'm an avid reader, and writer. So I want to talk about that.
I spent some time this year volunteering and working with refugees, teaching English to newcomers from Syria. This has been very powerful for me. Taking care of refugees and people in war torn countries has become really important to me. I care about equality and protection, and I challenge racism. I work to see my own privilege and unconscious bias. I think it is important.
I care about Politics. I am dumbfounded by US politics right now. I am fearful for so many people in the US and around the world under Trump. I can't even list every demographic he has targeted in his words and in his policies.
I love being a mother and a step-mom. I might write about my experience with that now and then.
I care about visibility and rights for folks in the LGBTQ community. I care about visibility in media. I think it's important to create characters that reflect diversity in gender and sexual orientation. I'll probably write about that.
I might try and make you laugh. Or I might post pictures of things I like. My book covers some dark topics (suicide, drug addiction, homelessness) and still reads as uplifting. So I might post some things about that.
I'll probably have a lot of questions for all of you. And I hope you take the time to comment and let me know you are still out there. I feel at this point like I am speaking into the abyss.
So, let's talk. Where are you from? What do you think of the new theme? I'm really glad you're here and I'm thankful that you are still along for this ride. Which of these issues above is most important to you?
If you can't comment here, join us on Facebook, and we can chat over there.
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I wrote a book, so I am most excited to talk about that. I love everything to do with books. I'm an avid reader, and writer. So I want to talk about that.
I spent some time this year volunteering and working with refugees, teaching English to newcomers from Syria. This has been very powerful for me. Taking care of refugees and people in war torn countries has become really important to me. I care about equality and protection, and I challenge racism. I work to see my own privilege and unconscious bias. I think it is important.
I care about Politics. I am dumbfounded by US politics right now. I am fearful for so many people in the US and around the world under Trump. I can't even list every demographic he has targeted in his words and in his policies.
I love being a mother and a step-mom. I might write about my experience with that now and then.
I care about visibility and rights for folks in the LGBTQ community. I care about visibility in media. I think it's important to create characters that reflect diversity in gender and sexual orientation. I'll probably write about that.
I might try and make you laugh. Or I might post pictures of things I like. My book covers some dark topics (suicide, drug addiction, homelessness) and still reads as uplifting. So I might post some things about that.
I'll probably have a lot of questions for all of you. And I hope you take the time to comment and let me know you are still out there. I feel at this point like I am speaking into the abyss.
So, let's talk. Where are you from? What do you think of the new theme? I'm really glad you're here and I'm thankful that you are still along for this ride. Which of these issues above is most important to you?
If you can't comment here, join us on Facebook, and we can chat over there.
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Monday, May 22, 2017
Exerpt
She was opening up a small box of books from her childhood bedroom, flipping through a few pages and enjoying some nostalgia when a sealed envelope fell out onto the floor. Picking it up and turning it over in her hands, she noticed the name “Casey” was written in pink pen on the front and there were little hearts scratched in pink around the edges.
After three or four seconds of staring at the letters on the envelope, she came to understand what she was looking at. Her thoughts began to race as tears flooded into her eyes. She dropped the book back into the box and leaned against the wall, clasping the letter. The band of anxiety in her chest tightened and made her heart pound.
This is an excerpt of my new novel that has yet to be named. Follow us for more!
Sunday, May 7, 2017
My new novel's synopsis
So, I've been writing a novel! I've got a first draft completed that I am feeling really excited about!
Here is a quick summary:
A little girl develops anxiety after watching her mother die by suicide. She grows up playing it safe until she finds the letter her mother left her before she died. She makes an unlikely friend and their adventures teach her about herself as well as help her heal from her past.
Should I post the first chapter for you?
Here is a quick summary:
A little girl develops anxiety after watching her mother die by suicide. She grows up playing it safe until she finds the letter her mother left her before she died. She makes an unlikely friend and their adventures teach her about herself as well as help her heal from her past.
Should I post the first chapter for you?
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Hello lovelies!
Remember back when I used to write! Well, life changed for me (and I'm happy). I have been working on a novel lately, and enjoying life as a mom and step-mom.
I've also got a new career working with kids, so all in all I'm pretty busy. The first draft of my novel is finished and I have a lot of work to do before it's ready to share with all of you
I've recently tried out Varage Sale and loved it, and thought to pass it along to you guys! It's a great little app and website for buying and selling stuff that you don't need anymore.
I hope you love it as much as I do! Join here:
Varage Sale
Remember back when I used to write! Well, life changed for me (and I'm happy). I have been working on a novel lately, and enjoying life as a mom and step-mom.
I've also got a new career working with kids, so all in all I'm pretty busy. The first draft of my novel is finished and I have a lot of work to do before it's ready to share with all of you
I've recently tried out Varage Sale and loved it, and thought to pass it along to you guys! It's a great little app and website for buying and selling stuff that you don't need anymore.
I hope you love it as much as I do! Join here:
Varage Sale
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