My husband and I are both in education and have three kids at home. Each night we get home and look at their shining, eager, happy faces and see the joy and appreciate the life we live.
But looking into their eyes also reminds us of students we meet each day. The students with rough home lives, an absent parent, missing life essentials, and those struggling to navigate life. There are days as educator parents where are hearts are filled with these souls, wondering about what is happening each night, or thinking of ways to help support him or her.
Somedays our three children feel the stress of our work. Our worries for the future of education. Our fears over the home life of some. Our frustrations with a system short on funds for supporting us. Our longing to do what’s best. Our ideals about testing overcoming students. Our hopes to make a difference when sometimes it means fighting upstream. What our kids do know, is that we are passionate about education and the lives of our students.
It’s hard to shut down these feelings and thoughts when the final bell rings. We carry it in our hearts, minds, and often those mean our souls are hurting when we get home. Parenting through means we often have family meetings about what life is like for others, teaching them to be a helper and see the hurt in others, but most importantly, talking through our stress. It is hard. We can’t do it all, and often, we need time to process in order to be better parents at home.
Just a stressed filled mama trying to raise and support a Village.