May 1, 2022


Dear April, 

Let this month be the month of tears. This month was rough. In my nine years of teaching, I have never had a year harder than this year. One would think that 2020 or 2021 would have been harder, but the cumulation of the pandemic on top of the rising prices and trauma and well, LIFE, have created an avalanche of stress on everyone, kids and teachers alike. And I know I'm not the only one because many of my teacher friends (alongside those in the medical and social services fields!) are feeling the same thing that I am.

I'm pretty sure I've cried more tears this year out of frustration, stress, grief, and overwhelm than I have in all my nine years combined. I've been so grateful for the co-workers who let those tears fall and aren't afraid to sit in those tears because for far too long in my life, I've been surrounded by people who are uncomfortable with raw emotions, tears being one of them. 

All that to say, I am finding more and more that everyone needs an outlet. We need ways to relieve stress. To express our feelings. And to show that we are alive

And for me, that's crying. As the rain drops fell and the winter boots and sweaters were once again pulled back out of the closet, I found myself typing out and writing out prayers in tears. The snow even fell one evening and it felt like we were going back into the dark winter. 

But as the tears fell, I was reminded that April showers bring May flowers. And that's what I'm hoping and praying for May to be. My hope is that next month would be renewing and a place to find hope and continued joy. I am ready to finish this school year strong and to discover and embrace whatever God has for me next. 

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