Small Victories
So the Climate Conference is in town...Obama is destined to land here any day now and what I like the most is the influx of non-Danes who now swarm the center. It's not all good though, cause many of them can't figure out the bike lane thing but hey, that's another story...
In the midst of the chaos that is my life I must take a moment to acknowledge the small victories. I could tell you about the failures, but hey, that's not fun. All I'll say is, or quote, is Art Blakey, "When you make a mistake, make it loud!" Moving on though--the thing I love most about my job is that fact that I can leave my home in the morning and have had it up to here with my kids, and by the end of the day find myself completely in love with them.
Small victories is having someone donate a lot of money to a dream you shared with your 7th graders, "Let's go to Amsterdam and visit Anne Frank's House" without knowing how on earth you will ever collect the money to do so.
It's experiencing this same class, so reluctant to love you, come around and begin, slowly, to trust you.
It's about the Palestinian who works at the Indian restaurant, and asks me, "are you with the conference?" In response to my reluctance to speak Danish (I never do when I am in a bad mood) and the human connection we make when we both relish the fact that hey, we are not from here but now a PART of here.
So it's all about the small things, which together, make the large things. And for that, I am so thankful.
farvel,
the lab
In the midst of the chaos that is my life I must take a moment to acknowledge the small victories. I could tell you about the failures, but hey, that's not fun. All I'll say is, or quote, is Art Blakey, "When you make a mistake, make it loud!" Moving on though--the thing I love most about my job is that fact that I can leave my home in the morning and have had it up to here with my kids, and by the end of the day find myself completely in love with them.
Small victories is having someone donate a lot of money to a dream you shared with your 7th graders, "Let's go to Amsterdam and visit Anne Frank's House" without knowing how on earth you will ever collect the money to do so.
It's experiencing this same class, so reluctant to love you, come around and begin, slowly, to trust you.
It's about the Palestinian who works at the Indian restaurant, and asks me, "are you with the conference?" In response to my reluctance to speak Danish (I never do when I am in a bad mood) and the human connection we make when we both relish the fact that hey, we are not from here but now a PART of here.
So it's all about the small things, which together, make the large things. And for that, I am so thankful.
farvel,
the lab
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