A Good Day.

The past Thursday will be a core memory day for me. I was acknowledged by a student and my manager at work.

I received the type of feedback and affirmation of my confidence and growth in this profession, and in recent years, I have most often heard about what I did wrong, what I must do better in being said more then what I also got right.

My belief in myself and my work were often questioned. My self-esteem took a massive knock and the self-doubt on my abilities in the Education field, as a teacher or a manager, was broken many times.

Yet in one day, healing took place. Being seen by management for my capabilities, sitting and listening to 30minutes of acknowledgement which was followed in the afternoon by a student who made me an international womens day letter that touched my heart deeply. In 2 weeks of being her teacher, she has observed details of me, as a person, woman, and her teacher.

She doesn’t even know it, but she healed parts in me that have been longing to be recognised. For a long time.

The drawings she chose, my 2 favourite colours (which she asked me about days before) red and yellow, the stars drawn are from my tattoo, the lanyard I wear around my neck, my high ponytail, and even the earrings I wear, the specific ones she chose to draw are my mums as well.