Skip to content

Finger food…

November 19, 2009

Okay,

so if I was Claude Lemieux being interviewed by Mr. I Have The Same Plastic Surgeon As Michael Jackson And He Made Me Look Like Cher’s Twin Brother,

I would have finished my check into the boards by minute 1:29…

It should be clear why…

by minute 4:03 Claude looks like he could lose it on Landsberg,

but he lets it go…

He’s 44 now and he’s learned from the wrong turn he took defacing Draper …

If I were his teacher I’d give him an A+ for reflection,

and maturation…

When I was growing up I was the one who soaked up,

contained,

and expressed anger for everyone in the house…

Even the dog…

I could Fight Night at the Joe without lifting a finger…

And because I expressed,

without hitting or calling anyone names,

I was the one with an intense personality,

and ‘anger issues’…

Interesting how those who bottle get to name those who don’t…

My sister said that the year I went traveling around the world was the hardest year of her life at home,

because there was no one there to take in all the heat…

And in all those tough countries I wandered through,

I never once had to resort to verbal fisticuffs…

Twenty years later I’ve learned how to feel anger and hold it in my body,

and then release it,

without raising my voice to high decibels…

One day I cleared my neighbourhood park of off-leash dogs and their owners,

without saying a thing,

after a pit-bull charged a tiny little boy playing beside me,

through an invisible transmission of the message This is not okay

I remember two boys in my class once saying to each other,

You know when she looks at you like,

that you’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing…

In my classroom I always held the space for my young students to feel,

express,

and name their own emotions…

lLike nobody had emotional intelligence before he figured it out and wrote a bestseller,

this was way before Daniel Goleman and HIS “Emotional Intelligence” was made popular by business…

We always look to the academy and ‘science’ to categorize and legitimize what we already know,

and then we need to develop another program for implementation into an already overloaded school day,

instead of using our common sense,

because we’ve been conditioned out of seeing the world as the only real classroom…

But standard operating procedure is at a tipping point…

A letter bomb is on its way…

Even though I haven’t always been able to do the same for myself,

my students and my own children have had the permission and safety of my presence,

to develop their intra- and interpersonal awareness…

I’ve often had calls from the neighbours wondering if everything’s okay over there as Little Gem moves through an emotion,

climbing up and back down anger mountain…

I’ve heard people call her Little Miss Drama…

In my book that kind of name calling is unacceptable…

We have rules in our house around expressing anger,

and most of the time we all can follow them…

Little Gem’s only seven and she’s learning,

very well…

I don’t isolate her,

and I don’t punish her…

I usually give myself a time out when I’m about to snap…

But there are times when I really don’t know what to do,

and I wish there was someone around with more experience…

Someone who has already been there…

In the meantime I try to find a spot of humour in the eye of the storm…

What we find funny is personal and something one can’t always account for…

The other night I split a side over Danny Bhoy and his evening with a gecko,

and a motel hair dryer…

Little Gem and Starshine were laughing harder watching me than watching Danny Bhoy…

Tonight I rolled off the couch…

Over this…

and this…

Don’t ask me why,

tomorrow I might find it ridiculous…

Prudence does not find Rick Mercer funny…

And I need her to mediate my way through Zoolander…

These are the kinds of things that happen in the house of Virgo,

with patience,

understanding,

curiosity

and no absolutely no judgement…

Advertisements
One Comment leave one →

Trackbacks

  1. Oro fluido… « Canuck'd

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: