I made a comment to a friend/colleague during a phone conversation today; it was quite relevant, as she has opted to finish work 6 weeks before her due date and intends to stay home with baby for as long as possible (my intention also, however; I will be returning to work in january, much to my dismay, should we not win the lotto before then. visualising, visualising, purchasing lotto tickets each week.....) I mentioned to my friend that the last time I visited school, I allowed myself to walk away feeling like just Poppy's mama. and only that. I had to explain to her, not that I have been a fabulous teacher for 10 years or that I'm sure I also have talents outside of the school environment-this was acknowledged by my friend-but that I have never let anyone make me feel as if I'm not welcome. I walked out of school, after a meeting with my principal, feeling surely not too dissimiliar to a 1950's housewife who perhaps aspired to "greater" things, or shall we say, "other" things, for the sake of this arguement. I felt I had been replaced and was expected to come back quietly to my little primary school box and stay there! any ambition I have had to further develop the cultural life of the school (across all year levels but particularly in the middle to senior years) has been dashed! too bad. I might have done a good job. I love being Poppy's mama more than anything. but that's not all. I will certainly make sure that she is confident to pursue her heart's desire, whether she is made to feel welcome to do so or not! a film note: the pursuit of happiness was the most moving and tragic film (despite it's so-called happy ending) that I've ever seen! oh. except for life is beautiful. and there, along with Baz's moulin rouge, is everything I believe in. truth. beauty. freedom. and above all, love. yay! yay for love!
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