School, confidence and fitting in

School started a couple of weeks ago.

And some teachers are already starting telling kids about next year! There are 9 more months left to go. No rush.

We start hearing things such as…

She doesn’t write inside the lines. He is not working quick enough. She is too quiet. He is too loud. She should work harder. He should be sure of himself.

Gosh, they are only 4, 5 or 6 years old. How does this help self-confidence?

It’s not why they are going to shcool – to learn. Or I missed something and now they should go to school knowing everything. And school is just there to check that they know.

I learnt that teachers are starting writing notes to get appointment with parents. To explain what? That their kids don’t fit in. Fit in what? Average boxes?

When I was a kid I hated the fact that school wanted all children to be the same. Differences were not a positive thing. In 30 years nothing changed. It’s even worse. Kids are already pointed at, 4 weeks after the start of school. Teachers have a program, so no time for the ones who don’t go fast enough.

Whatever they will tell me, I know my kid, I chose my side.

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Life Choice

Copyright Marie Kléber

When darkness strikes

Do you feel defeated by the pain of the past?

Or do you carry it along, knowing you defeated the pain?

 

New Reality

I was standing there thinking how nice it was to be just there with you. I wondered if you felt the same way I did.

I was standing thinking that it was that simple, that all the chaos I entertained before was just a way to avoid reality – that reality. As if happiness was something out of reach, something too good enough for me. As if I was made for chaos and pain. Only.

I was standing there thanking you for writing with me this new chapter of our lives.

You live by my side

Copyright Marie Kleber

I came, I sit down by your side and I let the tears flow.

I don’t know why. I had things to let go.

You are in dust and prayers, underneath the earth.

Still, you are there with me, in the subtle midst of memories.

I wonder why you had to go such a long time ago, why I can only be with you by thought.

And yet when I visit, sit down near your grave; I feel your presence, I hear your heartbeat, you are never too far.

You live by my side. Forever you.

Is there only one “truth”?

 

We tend to think that we own the « truth ». Which truth?

Is there only one?

Or each one of us can compose its own melody?

We are quick to judge someone’s behavior.

But did we try to see where he/she comes from? Or what he/she wants to experience out of this?

I don’t think there is one way to live.

We ought to be more empathic and don’t always see things from our perspective only. Sometimes we ought to walk in other people’s shoes. Just so we could let go of all the things we believe were “true”.