A student made a really big decision for herself this week and asked that I be a part of it. I rallied a principal and counselor to help me.
Her story isn’t mine to share, but I can tell you that the young lady who walked into the office was not the same as the one who walked out. She shed about a thousand pounds of weight she had been carrying for years. She said she felt so light that she got dizzy.
I looked her in the eyes today and said she was my hero.
And we both sobbed.
And we held each other.
When our kids make brave, sacrificial choices I think we all stand a little taller. Their confidence seeps into us like osmosis and we, too, feel we can conquer the world. At least in that moment. When they say, “Enough is enough,” and they stand up for themselves and for all we’ve fought for them to have—we can’t help but feel that courage rise in us too.
This took a village, I should add. A principal found us a place to meet. A counselor opened his office. Another principal covered my class for an hour.
But we changed a life today. I’m certain of that.
As I walked the child to her next class she said something like, “You’re just my calculus teacher. You don’t have to care this much.”
Calculus is just the opening act, Darling. Love is the main event.
And Love wins.
Love always wins.