An Unsent Letter

Dear You,

First, let me start by saying that I miss you.  In an indescribable and unimaginable way.  It’s something that has hit me and has caused me to stop and take a deep breath or hold back a welled up tear.  You were and continue to be a blessing and a light in my life.  For someone who feels you offer nothing to this world, you offer me a reason and a purpose on a daily basis.  Even when you are sad or feeling down, to me, you exude joy and life. 

You have reminded me that life is about acceptance and trust.  You showed me that we must accept each individual human being as they are.  Broken, cracked, imperfections, faults and all.  Each individual is all they can be, they can be no more.  It is out job, as fellow humans, to take everyone for what they are worth and meet them where they are at.  It is not our jobs to change them or fix them or unbreak the broken parts.  It’s our job to love them.  Period.  It’s all about loving unconditionally and without intentions or notions of change.  You taught me that.  That’s pretty phenomenal.  Before you, I thought that everyone could just work on being better and everything would fix itself.  And while, part of that remains true, I was ignorant to a bigger part of the picture.  Sometimes, people carry around pain and hurt that were put on them.  Sometimes life hands certain people terrible situations that break and tear apart the soul.  Sometimes life is unbearably hard and continually cruel, and no matter how hard you work or how hard you try…those things don’t go away.  It’s hard to see the sunshine when you are buried in the ground.   Sometimes I look at you and wonder how you are even standing before me.  How do you even get out of bed in the morning and smile?  I know I probably couldn’t if I had to be in your shoes.  But your strength is astonishing and awe inspiring. 

Not only have you taught me about unconditional love, but you have showed me that so many talents go unnoticed because they are overshadowed by faults.  You are talented beyond belief.  The things I’ve seen you do and come up with and create and generate are marvelous.  You have abilities that are locked inside of you because of a few reasons.  1.  Your fear of them being rejected.  2.  Flaws overshadowing your talents.  3.  Life doesn’t allow you the freedom or space to explore those talents.  You have reminded me that we must all be allowed the space to explore curiosities and be reminded that mistakes are part of the process, talents are to be nourished and flaws are not the depths of a persons whole being.  We, as people, generally tend to look at the things wrong with each person, rather than the talents they have.  Rather than the abilities that person possess, we focus on what the person lacks.   I’ve noticed that many people look at you and see what you lack, I look at you and I see what you possess and I hope that someday you can see all the wonderful things you are capable of, and not focus on the things you cannot do.  You are blessed.  Use those blessings.  Your life will be rich and full and happy. 

Also, you have showed me that you are keenly aware of people.  That’s one of your many talents, but it’s also something I wanted to highlight.  Your ability to notice people around you and the things they do or say or feel is amazing.  You are able to pick up on things that most people themselves cannot pick up on.  You notice minor details, or emotions, or idiosyncrasies that often times are uncharted.  I have heard you say some things, and I’ll look at you and be floored by your perceptions.  USE THAT SKILL!  It’s something you cannot be taught, it is something you will never learn how to use through a book, and it is something that you inherently know and you have that gift.  I hope that you use it to understand, help and learn people.  I also hope that you use it to be a better you.  Start to notice your own thoughts, actions or feelings and do something to make them better and to get them to be in a better place.  Regardless of your circumstances.  

Most of all, I just want you to know that you are special.  You are gifted and talented and a blessing to this world.  You are funny and smart and perceptive and strong.  Believe in those things.  Believe in yourself.  And know, that no matter how far away or how long it’s been since I have seen you, or what happens…I will always care and love you.  I will always feel you are a blessing and a joy to the world.  I will always know that there is more to you than you let people see and I will always know that you are a kind and sensitive soul no matter what persona you show everyone.  I hope only joy and love and peace and happiness in your life.  I really do just want the best for you and I want you to know that I care.

Always,
“Patty”

An Ode to My Teachers

Mostly this is my apology for all the teachers that ever had to deal with me.

Senora Noche, I am sorry I always was sent out of Spanish class for talking.  I really couldn’t help it.  My best friend was in that class with me and to this day, she still talks more than I do.  I couldn’t help but pass notes to her and tell her what was going on with me.  I hardly saw her otherwise.  I am so sorry that I talked to her and didn’t pay attention.  I had this urge to talk to everyone in that class actually.  I just couldn’t stop talking because Spanish was hard for me and it was frustrating to be talking in a language that didn’t make sense.  I really wish I would have not talked though, that Spanish would really come in handy right now (most of my students’ parents speak Spanish).  Just for future reference:  don’t send a talkative kid to sit out in the hallway. I loved it out there.  I talked to anyone who walked by, or I would write notes to my friends.  But, again, I am sorry for being a chatterbox.

Ms. McPhee, I am so sorry for making your first year of teaching miserable.  I can’t believe the things I yelled during the middle of class.  I was a horrible child.  I know.   I will say this, strategic seating had something to do with it. You put me within close proximity of about 4 other people my age…Groups for seating are a BAD idea.  It’s funny because the one thing I remember learning in your class was figurative language.  I still remember when you asked what irony was and Sam raised his hand and said “It’s like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.”  Thanks for teaching me at least one thing I remember, and I am sorry for yelling things in turrets-like-manner the middle of your lectures.

Mr. Miller, thank you for all the valuable lessons you taught me about being a great teacher.  You taught me what it is to have passion and heart for your students, your job, and what you are teaching.  You taught me so much about being a great student, and so much about the value of using humor with your students.  I will never forget you, your class, or the crazy things you made students do.  Just yesterday a kid fell asleep in my class and I woke him up the way you did.  Slammed something on his desk to scare the crap outta him. Haha.  But really truly, I hope to have half the impact on my students as you did yours.  You are truly an inspiration.

All my PE teachers.  I am SSSSOOOO sorry.  I was probably your least favorite student of all time.  I can’t believe I never ran the mile.  How did I even get away with it?  I don’t know.  But I know for certain that I never ran the mile, in all my years of PE, and I am sure you wanted to shake me because it’s not like I was incapable, it’s just that I was being lazy.  Whenever my students tell me they are failing PE because they don’t run the mile I laugh, tell them to run the mile, and that PE is the easiest class.  Even though I failed it year after year.  So I am sorry I didn’t do the easiest thing.

Ms. Phillips.  Thank you.  More than you will ever know.  You are the reason that I am a teacher.  Ever since 2nd grade when you were my teacher, I have known that I wanted to grow up and be just like you.  I remember you having a picture of your family and dog on your desk and talking to me about them.  You also let me stay in at lunch and help you with your work, or let me come after school to be your “TA.”  I remember you being patient, kind, smart, and most of all, teaching me in a way that I understood.  I can still visualize your classroom in my head and I thank God to have known you, because you are the start of my dreams.  Thank you hardly seems like enough to say but, thank you.  Wherever you are I hope you know how much you have touched and changed my life.  Someday I hope that I will get to tell you all about it. 

Ms. 7th grade English Teacher.  I cannot for the life of me remember my 7th grade teachers name, but I remember your class.  You used to read Chicken Soup for the Soul at the beginning of class and then we had to write in our journals about it.  I went out and bought ever single Chicken Soup for the Soul book ever made because of you.  It got me through some really hard times, and I even submitted a story to be published in it. 

Ms. Young.  I remember your classroom vividly.  It feels like it was just yesterday that I stood up, shook your hand and witnessed you call each student mister or miss (last name).  You wanted to show us that we had ownership in the classroom as much as you did and that we deserved respect and we needed to treat you the same way.  You taught us so much that year, I can still recount lesson plans and activities and poems we wrote.  You had a huge impact on me if I can remember what I did in class 12 years later.  You were a get down to business kind of teacher, and looking back I appreciate that more now than I ever realized.  You expected us to learn and expected us to give our best and be respectful at all times.  That’s a gift that not every teachers gives, so thank you.

Ms. Coakley.  I cannot even begin to express my gratitude for all you have done for me.  You were an exemplar teacher and showed me exactly who I wanted to become when I was a teacher.  Not only were you an amazing teacher, but you allowed me to be myself and you encouraged it.  It was the first time I really felt like myself and like I was accepted by a teacher.  It was wonderful to have you push me to grow, be better, and advance, all the while accepting where I was at in my life and my academic career.  You showed me how freeing choice can be for students, and you showed me that there is more than one way to answer a question, write an essay, or express yourself.  The freedom and acceptance that you offered in your class was uncanny and for that I am forever indebted to you.

Ms. Lineweaver.  I don’t think in all my years have I gotten closer to another teacher than you.  Although I never had you for any academic classes I always wished that I had.  Step-Aerobics and three years of yearbook were very fun though.  You were a great teacher, always positive, always funny, and always upbeat.  You accepted each kid that walked through your door and treated us all the same.  You never made anyone feel less than.  You made each students happy and excited and worthy.  That’s a talent that I need to learn how to do, and something that I look up to greatly.  I have only fond memories of our conversations, my time with you, and everything you taught me.

Wisdom

As I am attempting to make sense of everything right now, the only thing that is helping are others words.  Here are just a few of the things that are inspiring me to believe in the truth right now.

"decisions are the hardest thing to make, especially when it's a choice between where you should be and where you want to be."

 "And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -anais nin

 

"Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living."

 

 

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars, I could really use a wish right now."

Words I Wish I Could Say

Insight from Middle School Students

Today was my last official day teaching my first class of students.  It almost feels like I am living in the twilight zone and like it’s not really over.  I feel like I just started and the school year never even happened.  It’s bizzarre.  While I try to process the goodbyes and the ending of it all I thought I would share some insight to what my students are really like.

I asked the students two questions.
1.  What really makes you mad or upset? 
2. What really makes you happy?

Below are the answers they gave to the questions.  Please note I have not changed the spelling or edited their mistakes in their writing.  It’s half the joy of reading what they write sometimes. 

The first question they answered was about being mad or upset.  I think my favorite answer was “You.”  I think I might have to work on that relationship with that student if I have to work with him in the future.  :)

1.  What really makes you mad or upset? 
-The thing that really makes me mad or upset is when someone messes with my cousins.
-A lot of things.
-When there’s no school.
-The thing that makes me mad is when people at school talk about me behind my back.
-What makes me upset is when I can’t learn because the people around me.
-What makes me upset is when people put there dirty fingers in my food.
-Cleaning my room and doing work.
-My sisters.
-You.
-When they tell me what to do.  When they keep repeating things over and over again when I got it the first time.
-When the teachers do boring assignments.
-Coming to school and waking up at 7:00 a.m. to catch the bus and also standing out in the cold.

The answers to the next question really help me remember why it’s such a joy to be a teacher and to be around kids all day.  It’s hard a lot of the time, but, they are wonderful.

2.  What really makes you happy?
-Being in my house sleeping.
-When I go play.
-Everything.
-What makes me happy is my family.  When I am with them I feel really happy.
-What makes me happy is my family all together.
-Playing video games.
-Something that makes me happy is hearing good things said about Islam.
-What makes me really happy is going to different places, and food.
-What makes me happy is everything that is nice.
-The thing that makes me happy is when me and my family having a big family dinner because I have all of my family members.
-When everybody is working.
-Something that really makes me happy is when I do something right.
-The thing that really makes me happy is when I go outside and do stuff and not haf to be cramped up in my house all the time.
-When I eat something sometimes.
-Skateing.
-What really makes me happy is my little brother.  The reason why my little brother makes me happy is because every day I come home from school I walk in my house and it just makes me happy.
-Well I don’t know a lot of things and stuff.

I shall miss you class of 2011, as you enter into high school I wish you all the best and hope great things for you!

Love

This is self-explanatory... and it's just what I'm feeling right now.

On Turning 26.

When I was younger I dreamed that at this point in my life that I would have 4 children and be married in a house with a white picket fence.  I would have two puppies playing in the backyard and Keegan, Kenzi, Kayla, and Kolby would be happy and blonde and super sweet. I dreamed that I would have been a teacher for about 3 years by now and things would be mighty settled.  I believed my husband would wear a tie to work and that he would kiss me every time he walked in the door.  Frank Sinatra would be playing on the stereo and I would cook dinner and pick the kids up from school.  I believed that my friends would come over weekly for dinners with their children and we would play cards and drink wine and sit on the back porch.  I thought I would look older, have shorter hair, and buy clothes from Ann Taylor.  I imagined me reading books every night with the light on from the night stand and my husband would read the newspaper.  I thought I would be in bed every day by 10:00 and the kids would be asleep by 8:00.  I would drive a black car and it would probably be a mess from the crackers but I would be happy.  I figured we’d go to church every Sunday and my mom would hang out with my kids when I just needed a break.

That aforementioned picture is but a long lost dream.  Or, I guess I should say, nightmare.  My life is nothing like I thought it would be at 26.  I’m a blonde and still buy clothes from Forever 21.  I listen to music I listened to in high school and love to shake my ass to rap songs at clubs.  Every night is different for me.  Sometimes its Trivia, sometimes it’s baseball games, other times it’s movie night or dinners with friends or late nights at school events or something else random.  Sometimes I’m tired, sometimes I’m energized.  Sometimes I dress like I’m old and have a boring job, and other days I dress in hot pink and yellow.  I spend a lot of my weekend time doing fun things with my mom or friends or random people I don’t know.  Sometimes I go to L.A., and sometimes I fantasize about getting on a plane to Chicago or NYC for the weekend.  I have a full life, a full schedule, and generally a smile on my face.  I mostly think about work and how to be a better teacher.  Sometimes I have homework (that I rarely finish on time because I am so busy living my life).   There is a reason my life is so sporadic and crazy and fun and random.  I learned that life is just better this way.

Through my 26 years I learned that I should say YES!  Yes to the game, yes to dinner, yes to a night out, yes to drinks, yes to kickball, yes to Vegas, yes yes yes!! Life is so much better like this.  I am tired a lot of the time and I spend a lot of my time sleeping, but when I am awake I want to live life out loud.  I want my life to be colorful and full of memories and laughter and jokes and happiness.  There have been some things that I have regretted and most of them have been because I said no when I wanted to say yes.  I just take chances and I move to Chicago or I go on random trips to places I have never been or go out to eat with new people.  I have made so many new friends in the past year that I know will be in my life for a long time to come, and so many new people that I feel so blessed to know.  Friends that I feel God purposefully put into my life and who I have luckily gotten to know very well because I have said yes to new friends and new experiences. 

While we live this life, i feel we all try to search for the answer “What’s the point of life?”  And I believe it’s a lot of different things.  I believe it’s about learning to overcome heartache and struggles.  I believe it’s about growth and change and learning to adapt to situations and outcomes that are ever-changing.  I believe it’s about loving and giving with your whole heart to the things that matter to you.  I believe it’s about learning to love the slow times and breathe during the fast-paced and hard times.  I believe it’s about being the best friend and sister and brother and aunt and cousin and daughter and sons that we can be.  It’s about taking what our parents taught (or didn’t teach) us and making the right choices that are mindful of others and that take into consideration other’s feelings.  I believe life is about laughing with the best of friends and hoping for the best outcomes for yourself and for others.  I believe that it’s about taking chances.  Mostly I believe it’s about having faith in the fact that God has made you into a perfect being and person and that there is nothing that has gone overlooked.  But, what I am learning to understand on my 26th birthday is that it’s about saying YES!  I feel so blessed and lucky to have the memories that I have because of the times that I said yes.  I just look back on my life and I realize that I said yes to so many different experiences and because of that I have many memories full of smiles and joy and wonderful times.  Things and chances that I know I will never get the opportunity to do again, but I thankfully and with a full heart, I am glad that I did when the time came.


Thank you Life and God for allowing me the heart to say YES so that I can feel full and blessed and loved and happy as I move forward into my 26th year.

I thought I would be depressed I was getting older and my life wasn’t where I thought it would be but as I look back, I am so lucky to have done what I have done and know the people that I know and have the memories that I have.

Life has been good to me.

Words I Never Said

The other day I heard a song on the radio that inspired me to think of the words that I never said.  I thought about the words I’d want to say to those people that have long sense left my life, I thought about the words I’d say if some came back in to my life, and more importantly I thought about the words that I would say to those people that are still in my life.  I wanted to write them down or get them out before the chance to say them is gone.   The sad thing is that the words that are eating me up inside are words I want to say to someone in my life right now, and I see them on a daily basis that I am not allowed to say these words to them for a variety of reasons.  So I am forced to share them anonymously either on this blog or written in ink in the journal next to my bed.  Today, many of these unsaid words have been on my mind and I just feel the need to get them out. 

Here’s to the sanity of myself and to all of those that I love and would not be who I am without.  Here are the words that I may never get the chance to say in any other capacity.

I love you.  I really do.  More than you will ever know.  More than you could ever understand.  You have changed me in ways I did not even know were possible and you forced me to see the world through new eyes.  You showed me life is beautiful and messy and full of hopes and dreams and wonderful things, but also that there are dark places that many people should never have to know.  You showed me what it’s like to have a hope in something of value.  Hope in the future and hope in the beauty of a life that is better.  By knowing you and getting to know you I have learned to love in a new way.  Learned to love in a way that means accepting.  Really truly accepting all the good and all the bad and not trying to change, but trying to live inside the person that you are and be the most wonderful version of yourself.   You showed me that love doesn’t mean fixing, changing or altering, but believing in the goodness.  I thank you for showing me the blessings in the every day life.  For sharing your talents, your secrets, your hopes, your dreams, your sadness, your joy, your fears, your jokes, your painful beginnings and more importantly thank you for trusting me.  I know it was not easy and I know that things have not ended up the way either of us intended.  But, no matter how far away you go or what happens or how good or bad things get I will always have you on my mind.  I will always be praying for your safety, praying for God to wrap his arms around you and love on you.  I will always be hoping that you have a smile on your face and a friend by your side.  I will continue to believe in the beauty of your dreams whether you do or not.  No matter how many days or hours or years have gone by, and if I have seen you or not, I will always wonder how you are and hope that you are well and happy and full of joy.   Thank you for reminding  me that life is about trusting and loving and hoping and believing and pain and heartache and rising above it all.  You are a wonderful person, maybe at times misunderstood, but I know your heart is pure and sweet and wonderful.  I believe in you, love you, and will always have you on my mind.

The Words I Never Said