The main thing I learned from doing this challenge is how much an hour can hold. Each photo I captured was simply a moment.
My tenth graders were in disbelief that I read aloud to my children at home.
November provided me the opportunity to gain perspective in three key areas of my identity: motherhood, teacher, and writer.
It’s a wrap! While I skipped days here and there, this gratiku project was a fulfilling way to end each day. When I made “lofty” writing goals over the summer, I was writing gratitude sentences every day in my planner; then, back to school hit.
Here’s to a Thanksgiving break week of rest and laziness!
But here I am, trying to stick to my word of posting the week’s gratikus each Monday. Messy, unfinished, tired.
Thanks to this gratitude haiku (#gratiku) challenge, I am able to continue writing every day with a focus. Not only is it powerful in forcing myself to recognize daily moments of gratitude, but it’s short and fun, too!
Every time I brainstorm what it means to be a mujer it seems the identity is difficult to separate from other relationships. A woman as a daughter, as a wife, as a sister, as a girlfriend. But what makes a woman a woman?
As a kid, I would gather my cousins as my students and administer tests I spent hours creating before they arrived to “play.” I would take attendance, teach a concept, write on the chalkboard, and even grade their assignments with the all-powerful red pen. I’ve always known I was born to be in the classroom.
It was my assumption that I’d become a mom the day my baby was placed in my arms. However, I was in love, fiercely protective, and beaming with pride the moment it was confirmed that a little human was being formed inside me. It was unbelievable how deeply I felt for someone I had not met yet.