Monthly Archives: April 2014

Pinky Promise


Pinky Promise

So, if I’m going to keep blogging (and I am) you’re going to need to know a few things about me. Today I will reveal that I am a First Grade teacher, woop, woop! A job that never gets boring. With being a teacher comes lots of interesting stories and life lessons (for me and the kids). One recent one really hit home to me regardless if it home to the student or not. It had to do with telling the truth and keeping your promises. So, here we go story time…

While arranging all my math stations I looked to one counter only to realize I was missing one of my pink owl stickers. I didn’t think too much about it until I recalled a previous conversation I had with one of my students, Vonda( I changed the name to protect the innocent). Vonda had told me the day before how she really wished she had more stickers. You may be thinking ,seriously, it’s a sticker. But in First grade world this is like gold. Then I went on to see the same sticker I was missing was on Vonda’s toolbox…dun, dun, dun! After making this connection I decided to confront Vonda. I simply said, “my stickers missing do you know where it is?” You could see the wheels start spinning. First, she tried to out another student. That was a no go. Next, she proclaimed, “I found it on the ground.” Seriously Vonda?! Get a little more creative. This is when it was time to get real. I was going to pull out the big guns…the pinky promise. I said, “Vonda, I need you to pinky promise me you did not take my sticker.” She was about to rebuke it once again ,but before she could I told her to take a minute. Then I explained once you break a promise to me it is going to be hard for me to ever trust you again. Trust is a very special thing and once it’s broken it’s hard to rebuild.

Let’s just be real here folks, I knew she took it. I could care less about the sticker ,but it bothered me to the core that a student was willing to lie to me to save face. We ended up talking for what felt like two days but this is a lesson I’m willing to take more time on because to me it’s one of the most important. If you don’t have the truth or trust you don’t have much. We also spoke of promises and how once you break a promise it’s hard to make it right. After much time and tears Vonda finally said, “YES, I took the sticker.”

At that moment I was so proud of her. She could have stuck with her story but she chose to tell the truth. I told her to keep the sticker as a reminder of how important promises and the truth are. I felt so accomplished until the next day.

I entered my class to once again realize that the same sticker was missing and the same sticker was on Vonda’s toolbox. She took it…again! Even though the whole discussion we had the day before seemed to go by the wayside, I still love Vonda the same as anyone of my students. We talked ,again.

It made me realize once again that life all about second chances. Thank God for grace and His promises that He will not break.

Until next time…keep suiting up, showing up, and doing the next right thing.


“You Look Like Your Dad”


“You look like your dad” is a comment I’ve heard countless times since I was a little girl. I remember being mortified that people thought I looked like a boy! I proclaimed to my mom that I could never wear my hair back in a ponytail again because people thought I didn’t have hair. That must be why I look like my dad, right?!

I hoped I would outgrow it and one day I would magically look like my beautiful mother, that was not the case. As I grew into a young lady I continued to have people comment on how much I favored my dad. It used to bother me. Not because my dad wasn’t handsome (because boy howdy, he was) but simply because I wanted to look like a girl…a woman.

My two sisters would get comments on how they looked just like my mom. Of course that is what I wanted to hear. My mom is gorgeous! I never appreciated looking like my dad until two years ago when my dad went to heaven. Now, every time I look in the mirror or see a picture, I feel differently.

I feel thankful. It’s funny how life events can change our perspective on things. I am now so grateful for the fact that I do indeed look like my dad! When I see the reflection in the mirror I get to see glimpses of him in my face.

I long for the day I get to see him face to face.