“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
I find myself returning to this quote for comfort time and time again. It reminds me that I need to take a minute to realize that I am doing the best that I can and the best that I can is good enough...right?
This year has already been very draining and it's barely even got started. I am working more closely with the ED/BD self-contained classroom and we just got a new student in there a week or so ago. It's been hard. He has been diagnosed with juvenile bi-polar disorder. I've never really worked with anyone who is like him. He's such a wonderful and imaginative little guy, but can switch into a fit of rage and fury in an instant. I don't even have to be in the classroom all day and it drains me. It's not really physically draining, although at times it can be, but more emotionally draining because I know these kids all have troubles and trauma. I want to do so much to help them, but sometimes I feel like there's really nothing I can do or I just can't do enough.
Sometimes this job can be so taxing, but I still love it.
I find myself returning to this quote for comfort time and time again. It reminds me that I need to take a minute to realize that I am doing the best that I can and the best that I can is good enough...right?
This year has already been very draining and it's barely even got started. I am working more closely with the ED/BD self-contained classroom and we just got a new student in there a week or so ago. It's been hard. He has been diagnosed with juvenile bi-polar disorder. I've never really worked with anyone who is like him. He's such a wonderful and imaginative little guy, but can switch into a fit of rage and fury in an instant. I don't even have to be in the classroom all day and it drains me. It's not really physically draining, although at times it can be, but more emotionally draining because I know these kids all have troubles and trauma. I want to do so much to help them, but sometimes I feel like there's really nothing I can do or I just can't do enough.
Sometimes this job can be so taxing, but I still love it.
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