Encouragement is near and dear to me. Growing up is when I needed it the most. With Jayden starting school in the next year, it pains me to think about him suffering in the ways that I did. He is such a happy little boy and no one as long as I’m his mother, will rob him of that.
I had a rough time growing up. This is the condensed version. I received my share of ridicule in school… because I cherished good grades (before they started to decline), because I wore glasses, because my fourth grade teacher would defend and praise me, because of the figure (in the later years) and stylish threads that I didn’t have. My mother’s response would always be, “oh, they’re just jealous”. Maybe that was the case because the ringleaders who tormented me through fourth grade all were in temporary homes and the other folks were not so bright… Now, I feel sorry for them, but then? Not so much.
Random rudeness continued to follow me for many years. I’d wake up and wonder what ignorant mess I’d have to deal with for the day. Those less than stellar experiences kept me from doing so many things from junior high to high school because of my lack of confidence and motivation to do better. Hearing “you can do it”, at home just wasn’t good enough for me and few teachers in high school actually provided those words anyway. I grew avoidant of school (from 7th-11th grade, I played sick quite often) and people, and sometimes I said or did mean things to others because it felt good for once to be in control. And that’s definitely not how I wanted to be remembered. My academics slipped and I started doing just enough to get by, but I got it together when switching schools my senior year. My, oh, my was the atmosphere much happier. Sometimes that’s what it takes.
The thought of Jayden ever feeling robbed of his childhood, wishing he shoulda, coulda, woulda because of other people’s spitefulness or lack of encouragement when he needed it the most… having those years affect him in his adult life… makes me want to melt into an emotional glop.
It is so important for our children to know that we care, believe in them, and understand the matter we are particularly providing encouragement for. Be their biggest cheerleaders and provide the “why” not just because it’s our jobs as parents or leaders and we love them, but why we think they rock. Make them feel special. Always. And while we’re at it, instill compassion and encourage them to be supportive of others as well. What a wonderful world we would live in.
Thank you so much for the teacher plaque. It has the sweetest sentiment. It is exactly what I strive to do. Good Luck to you as you graduate. You are a sweetheart & a very hard worker. I know you will be a success! Have a wonderful & beautiful life!
<3 Mrs. Krygier (My 12th grade Chemistry teacher)
I have no idea where this little note is, but I scanned it as soon as I got home. I knew that someday, I’d need to look at it. Six years later, my life is quite wonderful and beautiful.
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Another read on encouragement: The sister that I never had was right there on Facebook.
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