Oracle of the Day: Radiating the LOVE You Have Within.
Positive Affirmation of the Day:
I come from a place of love and respect. I radiate love and respect to those around me.
Central Theme of Your Writing Piece for the Day:
The LOVE light you have within shines BRIGHT! You’re getting some attention or already received a pleasant phone call about a really nice gathering that’s coming up and it’s going to be filled with love and respect.
A Personal Experience –
Walk by any playground and you’ll eventually hear the following statements:
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will never hurt me.”
or better yet
“I’m rubber, you’re glue. Whatever you say, bounces off me and sticks to you.”
The child that screams this to his/her bully is masking the hurt inside. I know I’ve done my fair share of picking on kids and other kids have had their fair share of picking on me. Even though, I’ve been one to belt out one of these quotes, the truth was: the words did hurt; and I was not rubber, but rather glue because the hurtful words stuck to me. Sometimes to this day, I can hear the hateful verbiage from the ones I wanted to like me.
From then on, I’ve tried to choose my words carefully. I never knew if I was creating a memory for someone else. If their brains recorded our interaction, I wanted it to be one of empowerment. And I continued to honor this vow when I went into the classroom. Granted, I did not set out to become a teacher. Instead, I fell into the profession because the principal needed a warm body in the classroom. Also, I believe things happen in life for a reason.
When I went to meet the class I was going to teach for the rest of the school year, the substitute took me aside and said, “They’re just an awful bunch. You do know they scared of three teachers before you and we’re not even in the fourth week of school.”
I didn’t ask any questions or press for details, but her comment made me cringe because the kids heard her statement. The heavy words stung my heart because I know how a teacher’s words can sting. Children look up to the person in front of the classroom. Hopes and dreams are spun each time a teacher shows them the world. The colorful pictures on the wall enable the children to dream the impossible dream. The teacher’s voice allows the child to escape the pressures from the home, to become one step closer to being the person they’ve always wanted to be, and to learn as much information as they can so when they go out into the world, they can continue to be productive citizens.
A teacher has the power to crush, decimate, and shatter a person. All it takes is one word or sometimes several.
When the principal wanted me to teach, at first I thought he wanted a warm body, but the harsh words of the substitute made me rethink my thought process. I was here to inspire, to motivate, and to give the power back to the students.
The students eyed me, and they whispered among each other to see how long I would last. Good thing I only heard part of their snide comments, considering I’m deaf and wear a hearing aid. When I can’t hear what is being said, I chalk it up to my ears carefully selecting what is important anyways. Apparently, I was meant to miss their critical comments (which my students confessed to later) and this enabled me to keep a positive outlook. The first few days were tough. My students found every chance to tease me about my deafness, throw a fit if they had work to do, some jumped up on their desks, others passed notes or slept. Yet, I continued to offer words of encouragement and praise. I was flying blind because I had no idea what I was doing. My expertise was in Biochemistry, not teaching, but I knew I was here for a reason. My students tested my patience, and would taunt me by saying, “Write me up. The other teachers do. Why don’t you?”
I would respond back, “I’m not the other teachers, I’m me.”
The looks on their faces were priceless. However, they didn’t know I went home with tears because I was at a loss. My parents kept encouraging me to go back and be strong.
One day, a student of mine who was constantly in trouble was called to the office. She gathered her things and started cursing. Instead of getting upset, as I heard so many teachers did when they’d vent in the lounge, I followed the student out into the hall. I asked her to slow down and stop. She rolled her eyes at me and slung her purse over her shoulder.
“I know you’re having a rough day,” I told her, “but, I’ll get better. And I want you to know that I love you very much.”
She looked at me as if I had lost my mind. “Say, what?”
“Yes, I love you very much.”
All of a sudden tears welled up in her eyes and she broke down crying. The small tears turned into big ones and snot ran down her nose. I was perplexed because I say this to my children EVERYDAY. During my years of growing up, my parents gave me daily hugs and words of encouragement. Throughout my years of schooling, only a handful of teachers gave me words of encouragements. It would have been nice if most of my teachers were on the encouraging side rather than the discouraging side. As I write this, I can hear the ugly words many of my teachers uttered because I could not hear – be careful, you never know when a child is really listening.
After she calmed down, she finally said, “No one has ever said that to me. Not even my mom.”
My heart broke in a million pieces. I looked at her, and then looked at my students through the window. At that moment, it clicked. Many of these children come from broken homes. They are trying to keep their lives together in order to survive. Learning was not a priority for some of these children.
I knew what I had to do.
Seconds before the bell rang, I stood by the door. The loud shrill rang through the classroom and my students jumped out of their seats. I told them to sit back down. A few protested, but when they realized I was not going to budge, they settled back in their desks.
I told them all, “I want you to know before you walk out of my classroom that I love each and every one of you as if you were my own children. Every single one of you mean a lot to me, so I want you to remember this – you are loved, very much.”
Most thought I had lost my mind, but I didn’t care. Every day before the bell rang, I told them I loved them. I added words of inspiration and how they are able to achieve their dreams. It took a while, but their behavior started to shift and their desire to make something of themselves increased. Eventually my students would beat me to the words or they would say, “We know, you love us.”
I’d tell them to go on ahead and roll their eyes or let out that deep sigh. It didn’t matter to me because they needed to hear it – EVERYDAY.
My students were sad when I had to leave, but ten years later I still run into several of them. It warms my heart when they approach me in the grocery store or a shopping center and they tell me that it meant the world to them that I cared. What really made my heart swell was when I ran into the very girl that started it all. It had been a while and I ran into her. She gave me the biggest smile and introduced me to her family. Just when we were about to go our own ways, she called over and said, “Because of you, I make sure I tell my three kids every day that I love them because you did.”
Now it was my turn to have tears in my eyes. And at this point, I wanted to be all the rubber I could be because it meant everything in the world to me.
You have two writing challenges for your intuitive connection journal today. Read the challenges and close your eyes to connect with that snippet of time. Allow yourself to walk through the experience and be sure to capture as much as you can with your words.
Writing Challenge #1: You had some experience with school. Who was your favorite teacher and why? What was that one thing the teacher did that made you connect with him/her? How has that shaped you to be who you are now? Why?
Writing Challenge #2: We all learn from less than desirable people. Who was the one teacher that made school rough for you? Why? What did that teacher do to make life hard for you? Did this have an adverse effect on you? Why? Did you rise above it? If so, how.
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