Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I love all of my sunshines. A lot. Even when they make bad choices. Some might say especially when they make bad choices. I want what's best for them, but that is not always what they choose. I am hopeful that as time passes and the numbers of sunshines who pass through my door increases, the message will resonate with more and more of them. Until then, I will continue to tell them when they make a bad choice, and that I care to help them learn to make a better one next time-- even if it's a big, bad scary choice that was made. It doesn't matter to me that they may have already graduated-- I don't let go easily. Just ask my fourth grade teacher who still gets a Christmas card from me. Baby steps, mixed with tough love, for all of us.