Wow. The past two years have been intense. Filled with so many changes. I moved twice. I worked 4 different jobs and 2 different internships. I went to school. I took 18 classes. I got married. We started a business. The business grew (and grew!). I found my birthmother… and a bunch of awesome new relatives. I made 60 new friends. I graduated.
And that brings us to today. May 3, 2010. My life is richer and more full of love than ever. I have credentials! I have a basic understanding of various tools for facilitating social change. I am even more passionate about advocating for social justice, standing up for those in our society who are treated, directly or indirectly, as less deserving, less worthy, less… human. I am more self-aware as a result of this. Regularly checking in with myself to make sure I am living the ideals I promote, that I am making my own microcosm a better place by treating myself and those around me with the love, respect, and compassion I believe everyone deserves.
Life is so good. I have a job I love and care about deeply, working with talented, intelligent, kind people who I look forward to seeing every week. I have a fun and successful business, with my amazing, artistic husband and a team of passionate interns and a boatload of ridiculously awesome clients and supporters. I have an ever-growing circle of family and friends who surround me with love, support, and inspiration. Other than world peace, marriage equality, an end to racism and poverty…what more could a person want?
I have to give a huge a shout out to Mark for being so supportive of me these past two years. From cooking me breakfast, to doing tons of laundry, to working ‘round the clock so that we can pay our bills and still donate to various causes – he has been incredible, untiring, and unwavering in his support and encouragement… and I really couldn’t have made it through these two years as happily or sanely without him.
Now I have free time! I can blog! I can see people! Let’s go out! Call/comment/tweet/email/FB me! Oh happy day.
What do you get when you take 37 high school seniors who have seriously struggled with learning, a roomful of families and friends, and some great speeches and surprises? A really wonderful graduation ceremony! Probably the best graduation ceremony I’ve ever been to, actually. It was short and incredibly touching. I’m so proud of my little bro.
Kyle started going to The Cottage School when he was in sixth grade. As a wee little tyke, he had always impressed people with his intelligence, his keen observation (and conversation) skills, and his sweet and friendly nature. But when it came time to learn how to read and write, my parents discovered that what had seemed like an easy road for their smart and affable son had turned into an expedition up Everest. They tried public school, tutoring, special ed, “resource” classes, etc. Flash cards, spelling games, tracing-the-letter workbooks. Nothing was really working. Kyle was falling behind his peers in spite of all the efforts. Before we knew it, my brother was in third grade and still couldn’t get all the way through Cat in the Hat. So, finally, my parents found The Cottage School. Small classes, innovative learning methods, and a supportive, adaptive environment turned out to be just what Kyle needed. Now he text messages me with the same speed as any other teenager. His GPA is above 3.0 and he even got the Principal’s Award for being such a kind and compassionate student during his 7 years at TCS.
None of us knew he was getting that award, not even Kyle, and I was definitely crying as the principal described Kyle’s qualities. The TCS staff really know him, beyond his academic side, and I was sure it was my brother she was talking about long before she announced the recipient. Because the one thing that everyone notices about Kyle, right off the bat, is how deeply and genuinely he cares for others. It’s almost unnatural, how intensely he empathizes with people. He handles himself with such grace in awkward situations… times when something so crappy has happened that no one knows what to say- that’s when Kyle shines. He’s able to read people and know what they need, how to be there for them and still give them space to grieve or rage or be numb. And now he’s off to explore the world on his terms, to figure out his career, to fall in love, to be an adult. I hope he enjoys the journey.