I love teaching. I love being a teacher. I have taught many grades over the years, but I found my niche when 5th grade found me. I don’t need to worry about someone not making it to the bathroom in time, the whining phase is gone, and they still think I know things. What I love about teaching 5th grade is they are coming into themselves. They are learning to stand where they believe their truth lies and form their own opinions. They are learning where they fit, where they don’t. They are learning if they want to bend who they were last year to fit where they want to be this year. It’s a true year of metamorphosis.
95% of arguments that make it to my desk deal with a choice of words. Let me explain:
Luke - Tommy said he would hang with me at lunch and he lied. He never hangs with us anymore.
Tommy - That isn’t true, I got stopped by Mrs. Kinder Teacher and had to help move the paint tables!
They both stand right in their perspective. Luke believes Tommy lied because he didn’t show up. Tommy knew he wanted to show up but didn’t want to be disrespectful to the teacher.
In my classroom, when we argue, I never let them make absolute statements. We do not say never or always. They are an instant trigger. After the basics of the situation are explained I make the kids start with one simple sentence....
“When you did __________, I felt __________.”
This is where the magic happens. It breaks down the tough wanna be 5th-grade man-child and you see glimpses of that vulnerable little boy. SO many true venom spitting arguments have been worked out by admitting the hurt or anger behind what was happening. Once that feeling is identified, it’s much easier to know what tools to use to diffuse it. Does it always change their mind on the right or wrong of the situation? NO! What it does is give validity to everyone’s voice. Mutual respect. An imaginary hug (sometimes I ask them if they want to hug it out).
If at the end of the day, if nothing nice can pass their lips and they refuse to budge, they learn quickly that they will not speak before they say hurtful things. Period. At least when they are in front of me, they will learn to think, process what they want to say, and then speak ONLY if it resolves the problem or doesn’t further hurt the other person. If not, they can choose to agree to disagree and it’s dropped and left at my desk.
Yesterday I accomplished a major milestone in my life. I bought an acre of land almost two years ago and designed a house for my 3 boys and me. In January, we finalized those plans and we moved into 300 square feet for what was supposed to be an 8-month build.... Covid-19 has other plans. Permits were paused, no one was working, and we stalled.
Last week I walked into the county office and walked out with permits in hand!! This last week I have met with my developer, contractors, made calls for footings, foundation, and trusses. We have 6 months to build this dream.
I’m so proud of this house. I’m proud that I did it. I am proud that I’m managing it.
Then it happened. A man essentially said to me I wasn’t a submissive. This is a quote from the said person. This was literally in response to the fact that I am having my own house built. No other previous conversation.... I had had two previous very short, “Hi, how has your day been” conversations....
“.... ok, but you realize there is no way you are a submissive, right? I don’t mean to be hurtful. It doesn’t mean you don’t have a kink, but I’m not seeing a sub. The truth is you don’t need a man. You leave no room for someone to come into your life because you show a front that you are capable of handling everything yourself. I don’t mean this in a disrespectful way. I just want to tell you what you put off.”
Sigh.... what I hear you saying is that I intimidate you. What I hear you saying is that you are good for someone, but not (strong enough 😏) good for me. What I hear is that you think my strength would make you weak, instead of being an asset that you could be proud of. What I hear is you think needing a man and choosing/wanting a man are the same thing. What I know is my independence makes my submission so powerful. I know from where you stand, where many people in this world where there should be no boxes, you believe you are right.
I will never apologize for taking care of my own. I will never apologize for having my dreams and seeing those to reality. I’ve worked damn hard to get here. This has been years and years of sacrifice. I am teaching my boys about hard work, tenacity, and thriving. This has not been an easy road for us. This is not the life I would have chosen for myself or them, but I am stronger for walking through the shit.
So why do his words hurt so much? Why does it make me doubt who I know I am?! Argh! I hate that I let myself go there, even for a minute! I love who I have become. I love that being a sub is such a huge part of who I am.
Some people need to go back to 5th grade....
Here is a picture of my forms being dug!!! So stinking excited!