2, 4, 6, 8 Who do We Appreciate—Teachers!

Last day of school! Who would have guessed the mixed blessing that is? I am happy and sad all together. And really should be preparing for vacation, but need to pause for a moment first.

With another school year come to an end, I can’t help but reflect. There have been field trips, assemblies, tests, projects, praise, and the occasional admonishment to classes that just can’t always control the moment. Incredible growth and learning has filled the days, not to mention a few challenges along the way. Maturity comes with a price and it isn’t always pretty. Fidget spinners, frenemies, and tween angst aside though, it is all good at the end of the year.

And as much as summer vacation is wonderful, the piece that makes me sad is saying goodbye to teachers and school admin. Some will not be returning and others will step out of my children’s lives from the role they played this year. Both my girls were blessed with some mighty fine teachers and I know that isn’t always the case people are dealt. Our school will be losing several upstanding teachers who have often gone far beyond the minimum mandate of what it is to be a teacher. Know that I see what you do, even when it feels like nobody else notices. Whichever role you get to play moving forward, I hope the people you meet on your path know and appreciate all you do.


P1050623So an ode to the teachers
who take one step beyond.
Those who make it to school
and work hard on the bond.

You work hard each day
to learn from and to teach
with children so varied;
compliant, to those hard to reach.

The hours are long.
The effort is great,
from marking to coaching,
know that I appreciate.

Please keep stepping up.
Always offer the extra mile,
because the ones you inspire most
might be the ones most in need of a smile.

Thank you for all you do Teachers!


The Power of Words

Along my journey to become comfortable calling myself a writer, I made the choice to take some writing courses through a local continuing education program. An online course was very informative, with lots of leads and ideas of how to write in our digital age. It didn’t exactly expand my social circle of local writers, so I decided to take an in-class non-fiction course as well. This was another kettle of fish entirely, as we met weekly, shared our writing, and continued to learn tricks and tools to help us along in our writing paths, with skills such as writing, editing, and the art of the query letter. Most of our small class attended a second course, and we built a loose camaraderie that pushed many of us to extend our potential writing careers. The impetus of that was the teacher.

The woman who taught these two non-fiction classes came to writing later in life. She taught classes at the college, but also wrote for a wide range of magazines, and was an active member of  the Professional Writers Association of Canada (PWAC). I somehow felt a kinship with her journey. She lead us all to believe that if we worked at it, we could all become the writers that we dreamed we could be. Our little band of fledgling writers believed. Despite many years of uncertainty about using the title myself, with her encouragement, I tried on the label of Freelance Writer. It fit. I’m not wildly successful, but I am comfortable with my role, and like to think that Suzanne helped build that confidence just a little.

As I picked up more clients, I found that I didn’t have as much time for classes. My classmates and I tried to help each other’s writing along in a writing circle, but it never did take off. I drifted away from these lovely ladies, but still bumped into them and our teacher Suzanne online. It was through Facebook, and Suzanne’s postings there, that I heard about her husband’s illness. He died this past Saturday.

The details of this man’s illness are of no consequence to you. He had long-term health issues that resurfaced after years of battles. The last few months, his illness took a decided turn for the worse and he was in and out of the hospital continuously. As sad as that is, the thing that stuck with me was Suzanne’s avenue to try to cope with their trauma. She wrote some blog posts, but ultimately found that status updates on Facebook kept friends and family up-to-date on her’s and her husband’s mental and physical health. As hard as it must have been to write the words, they also gave her some solace, and elicited a huge amount of emotional support from people. They were obviously well-loved people, and shock and sadness were the overriding emotions at play. She effectively touched a wide range of people with her heart-wrenching words and uphill battle with the medical system. Her story had a sad end, but to realize the strength of those words was a beautiful thing to witness.

For as much as words might not always seem like powerful things, they can bring you to your knees, release pent-up feelings, bring people together, and help you to understand your own thoughts and feeling more effectively. They don’t always change an outcome, but they can change the path of it, and indeed the undercurrent of emotion that runs through it.

My heart aches for Suzanne today. She has lost her beloved life partner. I remember all too well the shock and grief that followed my own days after losing my husband. Picking up the pieces was a monumental task that I never anticipated that I would win. As much as I hated to hear people say that time heals, in fact it did. That certainly doesn’t change the grief that you experience in the early days of loss though. And it doesn’t lessen the length of time one takes to grieve that loss either. Words helped me tremendously during my healing. Through journalling, I was able to put words to the emotions, thus recognizing the feelings behind them. It was an exercise in healing, although it was never one that I purposely set out to take. I hope that Suzanne can find some way to let go, heal and move forward in life again some day. Her words, so powerful in the chaos,  just might bring her out the other side when she is ready.

Peace to you Suzanne. Your love will carry on.