“Stop being a nerd”
“You’re the smartest kid in the grade”
“You’re a child prodigy”
“You’re an academic weapon”
Okay.
Fine.
Maybe I am.
But
My grades
or winning a kahoot
is
not
who
I
am.
I get to decide
who
I am.
I am a cellist.
I am a good friend.
I am good sister and a good daughter.
I love to cook.
I love to be outside.
I’m learning to sew.
I am my hopes and dreams.
I am who I want to be
Democracy is fragile as a house of cards with many, many layers
Many, many pieces
Many, many things that could go wrong
The slightest breath, enough to bring the whole thing crumbling
He doesn’t look at me
Like I look at him
I know exactly what he does at recess
Where he eats lunch
His middle name
I know what books he likes
What video games
I’ve slept in the same room with him
Sometimes I feel like I am running on a treadmill towards a big shiny sign that says “Relaxation.” Surronding the big shiny words are lots of other words.
Comments
So true.
Thank you for writing this, I really connect with it.
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