No, that isn't the tip. The tip has to do with how we roll with the punches when they come left, right and below the belt.
It is in the difficult times that we are most vulnerable and open to making destructive choices that will dull the pain. And eventually those actions cause added distress and guilt.
My mom taught me to avoid that nonsense by staring down the demons life presents with a fierce determination and belief that things always get better. We may not have control over life's ups and downs but it is within our power to decide how we choose to respond (at least to a certain extent).
On the flip side of grief, worry and doubt is joy, peace and blessed assurance.
Mom also taught me humble appreciation for when life is the proverbial bowl of cherries.
And this week was one for giving thanks. And for showing appreciation. Along with the good news from The International Reading Association I was handed a bunch of notes by my first grade students. One read "We are good kids and our teacher is COOL!" Another, "Gary, you are the best!"
Most were of this ilk but one--written on the front and back of a strip of paper--stood out...
|No, this student did not repeat a grade. I looped with her class from kindergarten to first grade.|