500 Miles

Disclaimer: Vulnerable Piece Ahead

“Mom, my friend just called, he wanted me to tell you that he nothing to do with what just happened.”

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“Mom, he didn’t tell me…what happened?”

“Just some random kids said some crazy things. No big deal.”

I came home from school, running kids, and feeling a bit behind the 8 ball. Have you ever had a day that you/ can’t seem to juggle the moving pieces without one…(or 6) plates crashing to the floor?

I decided to walk it out, give my Great Dane a little exercise, and walk around the park.

“Oh My God. There is Mrs. Stumpenhorst.”

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

“Jesus Christ we can’t fucking get away from her.”

My Assistant Principal heard at a conference,  “Don’t go 13”. Which reminds us to not stoop to the emotional intelligence of our kids.

In an effort to follow this advice, I kept on walking. I knew that purpose of the language and content was in effort to burn, engage and feel in control. I have no authority outside of the school day, and they knew it. As I walked away I wanted to remind Student A of the snack I gave her yesterday when she missed breakfast. I wanted to ask Student B about the time I made sure her traveling softball fee was taken care of. I wanted to tell Student C that when his brother was in 3rd grade I helped the nurse pick nits out of his brothers hair.

I’m sure some of you would call me a coward for not addressing the situation immediately, but how often do we tell our kids to “walk away and ignore”?

I constantly hear “don’t take things personally”, “why do you let this stuff bother you”, or my favorite “who cares”.

I do. IMG_3088

Thing is…when A, B, and C walk into our school on Monday morning, I will smile and forgive them. Even if they don’t ask for it.

I’m not a doormat and I’ll have the conversation about this interaction with each student individually on Monday.  In the meantime I’ll more than likely run through 1,000 different scenarios in my head about what I should’ve done differently in the moment.

I will walk 500 miles, and I will walk 500 more, to be the one who walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door.

One Comment on “500 Miles

  1. Been there too, and so appreciate your post Lindsy. Walking away and thinking it through before you addressed it was rising above. Thank you for sharing!

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