Months ago my 84 year old mom asked me if I’d go on a tour of the estuary at Moss Landing with her and I agreed instantly. I put it on the calendar without any idea how busy I’d be the week of April 15th and I’m glad I did.
First, I’ve made spending time with my mom a personal priority. And it is good for me to admit that a personal necessity day away from the layers and layers of my job as interventionist is time well spent.
So, like some of the otters we saw from our little tour skiff, I wrapped myself in eel weed, metaphorically, to not drift off with the tide and let myself float in the wonderful present.
I mused and sometimes I enjoyed the gift of forgetting for awhile that I am a teacher. Truly these times to let one’s mind unravel and drift are super critical to creativity.
I had a wonderful time with my mom. We saw much wildlife: great pelicans, egret, terns, harbor seals with their pups, rafts of otter.
Tomorrow I go back to continue to do my best with my students in focus groups, staff leadership team and coordinating the writing grant. But I will be more tuned in to what I really think, and how I want to be with my students. The mad press from on top and the insane pressure of testing cannot be what my world is about. My students need a genteel, humane place to learn. They need a person who has sorted out what really matters, not another program thrown at them.
So, I continue to press myself to write. To take creative breaks. And to realize that taking care of me is worthwhile.