Unsettled

There is this balloon of rage in me that has no outlet

for irresponsible people who's children ultimately end up in my class,

Leaving me feeling so helpless and so hopeful at the same time

I feel love in proportions that I can't express

I have sadness and empathy that they don't believe in

There are so many things I would endeavor to teach them

if they'd give me just one ounce of their trust,

I swear they'd see my good intentions

How much I don't want to be another one of the

:us vs them: adult in their lives.

If I can envision their futures

with the posative angles of their displayed strengths,

If I can manage to clearly communicate these things to them,

I KNOW they'll take some resilliancy away with them.

Since I started my job, every time I hear a story of abuse or neglect or mishandling of kids, I ball my fists and wish I were in the room with the offender to let off the steam that rises in me.

I would say to them:

I am trying to clean up your mess before it perpetuates into another generation of pain and evil. How dare you place your inconsequential desire for momentary physical or emotional relief, above the FUTURE of this PRECIOUS LIFE???!!!!

The sociologist in me traces the lines of dysfunction both forwards and backwards. The teacher in me sees that this vibrant and engaging boy with his clowing around and his ability to pour energy into a group, could be such a dynamic speaker, lobbyist, comedian. How can I speak into his future by vocalizing my intentions and expectations of his life?

My heart is FULL and my job is a challenge. Work is very rewarding. I love my job.

In other news,

Midwifery is now covered by alberta health care

HOOOOORAYYYYY!!!!
RAISE THE ROOF!

About freaking time!

Now, when I retire from teaching,

I shall aquire my midwifery degree

and spend my life caring for women

and lovin on babies

WHOOOHOOO!