Side note: Not to be confused with the great Rachel Hollis’s work Girl, Wash Your Face and Girl, Stop Apologizing. Unfortunately, I have not read either of these, but they sound right up my alley, so they are on the top of my list for when I actually have some free time. 🙂
No, this post is just coming from an ordinary woman who, in the middle of the craziest part of her life, decided to finally believe in herself and go for her dreams.
After eight full weeks of classes, papers and remembering how to do this whole school thing, I can proudly say that I made it with only a few tears and hair pulling. I got my grades back this week, and not to toot my own horn or anything, but seeing two giant A’s on my report card brought back the joyous feelings of high school all over again. Not only that, but I also found out that I passed my test to get into their teacher education program and start my next round of classes and placements!!!
You would think that just those two things would have made me believe that I can totally do this thing, but that wasn’t the case. Actually, the last thing I wanted was my husband posting a picture of me from 5 years ago bragging about my accomplishments (He tries to be sweet, so I let it slide.) No, the thing that opened my eyes to what I am able to achieve actually happened last week; my grades just solidified it.
On the last night of one of my classes, our instructor had us meet one-on-one to talk about how we were doing and what we can improve on. I was a nervous wreck all day, thinking of all of the negative things that she would say, because that’s just who I am. In the meeting, I ended up breaking down crying, but not because of what I thought she would say. Instead, she gave me all 3’s (which is the best you can get) and said, “You are exactly what we are looking for as a teacher.”
I have had so many people tell me how good of a teacher I would be, and I really did appreciate all of the kind words. Hearing it in that moment, though, changed my entire outlook of myself.
I have always underestimated myself, thinking the worst and never having an ounce of self confidence. I’m not saying that all vanished in that moment; it’s something I will have to battle throughout my whole life. But just hearing someone, who has only known me for eight weeks, only seeing me two nights a week, say they BELIEVE in me… that moment will forever mold the way I look at myself.
That moment goes to show that one little act kindness, one simple word of encouragement, can completely change the way somebody looks at themselves.
As women, moms, daughters, teachers, PEOPLE… we have to be that light in someone else’s life. We have to tell them the great things about themselves that they may not see. It could be the one thing to push them to become who they were supposed to be.
So, on this International Women’s Day (a day late), if nobody has told you yet, You are important, You are smart, You matter. Believe in your dreams and girl, believe in yourself.