A Lesson in Weakness

 For the last few weeks, my time has felt more torn than ever before.  My school district does not have a separate teacher devoted to full time remote students, so I am juggling both in-person and online instruction for both types of students in both my grade levels.  We are not structured in a way this year that I have any time to devote to one-on-one help for students who are behind or confused, or any time to let them play “catch-up.” My hours at school have my heart and my time torn into how to make the best of all this, but give everyone the best of ME that I can give them.  Once I leave school for the evening, my time is still torn between trying to do what is best for my family but also trying to be available to answer parent emails and messages, because I know they are also in a hard spot of having worked all day and are now home with their students trying to navigate remote homework (students leave at 1:30 daily, so they are still responsible for some remote work in the afternoon after in-person instruction).  My body is exhausted and I am torn between feeling like I should lay down for some rest or pulling on my tennis shoes to go put in a couple miles for the good of my health.  The daily messes of two ornery boys need my attention, but then so do those boys themselves.  It is all one precarious juggling act, and truthfully, it is one I know most teachers and parents are all facing right now.  It leaves me feeling so weak and inadequate.

 

I have been looking for ways to make it ALLLLLL happen.  But instead God’s gently reminding me that it isn’t possible right now to make it ALL happen, what I needed to learn was how to allow myself a little grace.  This week I’ve TRIED to focus on not just surviving, but finding ways to give myself some grace and peace.  Not stressing over ALLL the things, just doing the best I could in the moment I was given.  Some evenings I pulled on the tennis shoes- I knew my mind and body would feel much better after a couple miles on the pavement.  One night I just let myself crash on the couch.  Most nights I planned ahead for an easy prep meal, but one night we did drive-thru. This week I released the guilt of going to bed at 8:30.  With the creative help of another teacher, I have come up with a way to do a small fraction of my usual differentiated reading instruction while still following all our COVID restraints.  I still feel like I am failing to give them my usual best, but it is the best I can do in the moment I’m given.  And oh those ornery boys… I’m so thankful they give me grace over and over.  Such as Monday evening when (a) was cleaning out his pony stall, (b) was riding his little scooter trike, and I stepped into the barn for just a minute to grab hay for the pony.  When I walked back around the corner I didn’t see (b) on his trike, instead he was in the pony stall with his brother wearing a HUGE smile and laughing as he squeezed pony manure through his tiny fingers.  Mom FAIL= Boy FUN… they just keep giving me grace.  The night I was too tired to move from the couch- (a) announced the  was EXACTLY where he wanted me to be so he could “lead worship” in the living room and I could watch and sing along (oh and play the tambourine for him).Their invitations to play toys together often give me more of an urge to clean up the messes of toys, but giving myself the grace to sit down and play together seemed to give me the energy to do all the clean-up more quickly later.

Together we first PLAYED, then we managed to clean up more messes than we just made

 

I’m not doing it all.  I’m not going to be able to do it all.  But in all the things I am doing, I find a little grace going a long way.  It has been a powerful lesson in my extreme weakness, and my need for my extremely strong and gracious Father.

 

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is make perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9