Monthly Archives: August 2012

Shining Moments

From as far back as I can remember I have loved to swing.

    big swings.

       small ones.

         the huge tire that you sat on

            and the thick rope swing.

Hold on tight.

Back and forth.

I used to look way up into the sky as I went back and forth

   imagining so many things

   places beyond the clouds

   over the rainbow lands

Back and forth.

Time would seem to stop while I amused myself on the swing.

Life would settle into a rhythm

   legs pushing hard to go higher and higher.

One place where we lived had an old swing with long, long chains.

I still remember getting that swing to go so high

   but not too high

I felt free

   above the challenges like schoolwork

Free with the wind blowing my hair

Sometimes when the girls were young we’d go to the nearby park

   after pushing them I’d sit on the swing beside them

   and push it

    back and forth

A little at first but then getting it higher.

Looking at the puffy white clouds

         and the tall trees

           all the while going higher

I miss those times on a swing.

Do you?

Times when life would slow down while I focused on going higher and higher.

Moments when my main endeavor was to go just a little bit higher

   And I knew that I could do it.

Simple times

Carefree moments

Blood pumping, legs pushing

Maybe its time for me

   to go by the park sometime soon

   Sometime when no one is there

        and find an empty swing

Just for old times sake.

Maybe,

   I will.

How about you?

Shining Moments

Published in 1991 in Shining Star Magazine

    this Shining Moment still shines brightly. Thought you might enjoy it.

 

“Whew. What a week!” I sighed on a Friday evening.

“It’s been absolutely exhausting.”

The friend with whom I was speaking simply smiled and I went on talking.

“It’s been  particularly hard at school right now.

We had to give a major test that took the most part of three days.

That’s always a challenge with wiggly little first graders.

And we had lots of meetings to attend.

I had some important parent conferences after school

   And it was National Lunch Week so crowds of parents came  to school

     To eat with their children.

And Picture Day.

Papers to correct. Lesson Plans. Bulletin  boards to change.

Telephone call. Notes. More meetings…”

 

My friend continued to smile.

“This coming week should be better,” I said.

“I doubt it,” my friend replied with a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, but surely it will be easier,” I insisted.

“It’s just there’s a lot of pressure right now.”

 

“Sharon, there’s always something.

You’re a teacher!”

How true.

Each week is a challenge. The challenge just changes.

The flurry of the beginning of school leads to the press of first report cards,

   Fall parties, conferences, etc.

  which leads into the busy holiday season

   that leads into the cold winter months.

School closings. Boots. Heavy coats with zippers that don’t work.

Make up days. Report cars which leads into etc.etc.

 

The life of a teacher is never dull. Never monotonous.

Endless variety and constant change keep us living on our tip-toes.

Yes, we usually come to Friday with a great sigh of relief

     And a song of thanksgiving to have survived.

But deep down in our hearts is a spring of joy,

   A sense of satisfaction.

We have the privilege of touching the lives of children.

Countless boys and girls are different today

   because of our influence.

Amidst the busyness of each week and the pressure of life’s demands

  it’s encouraging to know that we are not alone.

All those dedicated to educating children feel, at times,

 The same weariness, experience the same frustration

  And struggle with a sense of being overwhelmed.

It’s part of our calling.

And it too draws us together-heart to heart.

So, how has your week been?

A bit crazy? Hectic? Unbelievable?

Let’s join hands. How great it is to be a teacher!

 

Know a teacher who might benefit from some coaching?

Let me know.

 

Shining Moments

There are two days that I will never forget.

   Although the years have come and gone I will never forget that first day

   when I stood before my wide-eyed first graders

  for the first time

  as  their teacher.

It was in a small elementary school in upstate New York that I began my career.

And although I had prepared for weeks for that special day

  I still felt so small

    so unprepared

    so completely inadequate. Fears and jitters all over the place,

But before the day was over

   I was ‘in love’.

With my students

       my fellow teachers

       my calling.

God knew just what would thrill my soul and I loved being a teacher.

For twenty one years

    class after class

    I taught. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic, History, Science, Music and more

Shining moments all over the place.

There was always something new

                                some fresh discovery or achievement.

Precious students. Precious memories.

I still hold them in my heart today.

Then there was another day

   that I will never forget. No sealed in my heart forever

   is the day I closed the door to my first grade classroom

  and walked the lonely hall for the last time.

It was not an easy decision

   matter of fact it ripped my heart.

I knew that I would miss the sound of the school bus

     The laughter of boys and girls

I knew that I would miss being part of the team of teachers.

Something like teaching gets in your bones

   but I had discovered another need

   a need to teach people how to live life at its best

  a need for skills in building healthy relationships

  and creating a purpose filled life.

So with my eyes looking forward to the countless lives

    that I would teach in the years to come

I walked

   away from teaching first graders

   to teaching individuals of all ages.

One slow step followed another as I walked that darkened hallway so many years ago

A necessary ending

    opening  the way to a new beginning.

Two days that I will never forget.

Two days that shine with their own beauty and brightness

    as I look back on my life.

Life is made up of beginnings and endings.

Catch their beauty as they shine. Cherish it.

Let their memories brighten today with gratitude and joy.

Today I am so privileged to coach individuals who live in distant places.

Still cheering them on

Still helping them succeed.

Hold onto the treasures of yesterday

   live today fully breathing in all its richness

   and look forward to great tomorrows

   as you walk with Him.