Life happens. Just yesterday I semi
rebuked my students for not having their reading done (AGAIN) because they used
the excuse “It was homecoming! You didn’t expect us to read over Homecoming!”
To which I responded, “I was at a wedding this weekend and drove to and from
the west side and I still got my work done.” Boo Ya. Somehow they’re still
giving excuses. Ah well. They’ll learn the hard way I suppose. I’m doing my job
and I set the expectation early that I do my job and they do theirs. If they
choose not to take advantage of the opportunities available I can’t force them.
Anyway,
I proceeded to educate them on the fact that there are going to be so many
times when “life happens,” things that you don’t expect or plan for are going to happen and all you can do is handle them as they
come and not lose sight of the obligations and commitments you have made. Of
course, to a high school student, this might not seem so important to keep
their “contract” with their teacher to do their work. After all, by signing the
syllabus they are indeed agreeing to a contract.
And
yet how true this statement has been for me as a student teacher. Life has
definitely happened and it has not been easy, nor all that fun. Today, after
telling my mentor teacher that Tessie is sick and showing symptoms of
neurological damage; stroke, tumor, vestibular, something etc he says, “Well
you have had one hell of a quarter.”
Under.
Statement.
Who
knew I’d be telling that to myself again today. In chastising them I also
pointed out that fracturing my tailbone wasn’t in the plan. Missing a week of
work during one of the most strenuous undertakings as a college student
CERTAINLY wasn’t in the plan. And yet, life happens. Poop.
Let
me tell you. Watching my 14-year-old baby girl collapse over and over as she
tried to stand was terrifying. It’s the closest thing I can comprehend to
having a sick child. I don’t dare compare it completely to having a sick baby…
and yet that’s how it feels. Last night when I took Tessie out to potty and have
her dinner she was brilliant. No symptoms. Nothing wrong. We sprinted back for
dinner (because that’s what you do for dinner!) and throughout the night of
being home nothing was wrong. How fast “life happens.”
I
did some research, thought symptoms looked like a stroke, (later on after
further research and input from friends seems to be more like canine vestibular
syndrome. Google it.) and then I woke up Nate. We sat with her and each time we
moved she kept trying to follow us. After breaking down for a few minutes I got
ready for work, told Tessie to “stay” laying down and Nate went to doze before
taking me to the bus.
All
I could think and pray was, “Jesus don’t take my girl yet. I can’t handle it.
Too much has happened. Please just wait until after student teaching and then
anything and everything can happen and then I can fall apart.” I knew there
wasn’t anything I could do at 5/6AM besides trust that she would be ok and try
and figure it all out later and get on with my day.
Oh.
And did I mention that I was being observed at 8AM as well? Oh ya sure. My
field supervisor (who is wonderful btw) was coming in to observe my first
period class. Whoot. The crises seem to happen on the days that I’m going to be
observed. And yet how faithful the Lord is to provide through those moments.
It
is humbling to remember that the statement “God never gives you more than you
can handle” is complete hogwash. LIFE is more than we can handle! And that’s
WHY we need the supernatural power of our Loving Creator. I am weak, frail, and
prone to jumping to the worst possibly scenario. Relying on my own strength
ends in a helpless, hopeless feeling; relying on and remembering to function
under the strength of the Holy Spirit can embolden joy during pain, strength in
weakness, and perseverance under the most stressful of circumstances.
Arguably
I’m not allowed to share this part of my life in a public school setting… but
what a reality check.
Back
to Tessie… As I read information today online at lunch about different
possibilities a line stuck with me as a lady shared about her dog having the
whole vestibular thing. It usually resolves itself (thankfully) but she said
(paraphrased) “An old dog is the best example of growing old with dignity.” How true. As Tessie was floundering I could see her
confusion at what was happening, but as soon as she was lying with her head in
my lap there was peace. And confusion aside, she was herself. She wasn’t
depressed, she kept trying.
How
much we can learn from our loyal canine friends. I hope I’m learning them quick
enough from my girl. I’ve had her for half my life. 12 years. And while I have
been preparing myself mentally for the reality of her dying soon; the emotional
reality is I am so unprepared. Life happens. And death happens. But please oh
please Jesus don’t take her right now…