What Are You Thankful For?

I desperately want to see the good in people and the good in the world. I need it to be safe as my arms for my children and the protection of my classroom walls for my pupils can only stretch so far. I hope this post is causes no offence or harm. I just hope it makes you thankful for your lot in life. I know I am.
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This week I made a conscious effort to not interact with social media. I didn't feel it was appropriate to post a status about how my ten month old just broke his bath poo virginity or how my daughter often recites 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Poo' in an attempt to soothe her brother. That's how I have come to use Facebook in recent times, I use it to try to make people smile; I use it to show that life and parenting isn't as picture perfect as some would have you believe. Last week, I didn't have much to smile about because something tragic occurred that reverberated with millions across the world.

I kept away from social media and mourned for a world that one day will belong to my children and their generation. What a scary world it may well be.

Last Friday was like any other. My partner and I were watching television when my son began his nightly cry. I began my ascent up to his room and having finally visited a 'sleep expert', I was going to remain in his room until he fell back to sleep.

And that is exactly what I did.

With my back faced to my son, I sat down beside his cot and waited. I wanted him to feel comforted by my presence, but I was determined not to pick him up and whisper in his ear that was 'everything was all right because Mummy was there now', so I didn't. I sat down and started scrolling through my phone and after a few minutes, his crying ceased. In that moment, I read a Facebook status that read 'Pray for Paris', but without thinking anymore of it, I soon turned my attention to the little hand that had reached out to play with my hair.

A few minutes passed. He was now snoozing and my arm was wedged in the cot and being used as a pillow. So I thought I would take another look on Facebook. I noticed that Paris featured in a couple more statuses, but was still far too chuffed with the fact that my boy was now back asleep and, more importantly, he was still in his cot. A military procedure of 'operation move arm without waking baby' began and after freeing myself, I remained seated in his room. That was when I Googled 'Paris'.

I stopped and read. I raised my hand to my mouth. 'Oh God, how awful,' I whispered into the darkness.

I logged back onto Facebook.

My timeline was suddenly filled with 'Pray for Paris' and I understood the severity of the situation. It no longer mattered that my boy had been crying and was now sleeping his own cot. It no longer mattered that he had not slept for longer than three hours the night previous. And nor did it matter that at midnight, when he woke again, I broke all the sleep expert's rules and collected him and put him in my bed so that he could feel safe next to his Mummy. Because that's what we all want in the night isn't it? To feel safe. I was lucky enough that night to be able to make my son feel safe, a feeling that was taken from thousands of people in a split second in a city not so far away.

It was still dark when we woke the next morning and it was somewhere between the hours of five and six when, once again, having read some Tweets, I Googled 'Paris'. I learnt of the death toll and of the bombings and in the darkness, with my wide awake son pulling on my hair, I had a little weep. I cried for those who lost their lives and I felt scared for the millions of innocent people who would be blamed for such a heinous crime. But, I don't want to make this post about race or religion. This post is about my concerns for my children and my pupils growing up fearing a world rather than embracing its beauty and the adventures it has to offer. This post is also about my being thankful.

It's easy to complain about your life. After busy weeks at work, money worries and sleepless nights, I wanted to remind myself to be thankful for my lot. I am thankful that we live in a safe community even though I always complain that that my Mum lives a whole twenty minute drive away. I am thankful for my home despite my complaining to EVERYONE about our ridiculous mortgage payments and I am thankful that every morning, when I wake, I have a job to go to. Therefore, rather than complain about at how at 6am I struggle to successfully apply copious amounts of makeup to my eye bags while having a snotty ten month old hang off my hip, I will be thankful because for thousands of people around the world caught up in conflict, the norm is no longer something that exists for them.

This week, our pupils have been scared by the attacks in Paris. Of course, they would never admit this to their teachers, but we have spotted it in their questions. I taught a sophisticated vocabulary lesson earlier in the week and one of my words was 'malice'.

"Use it in a sentence," I requested.

A young boy raised his hand and said: "The Syrians are maliced against France."

The first thing I did was change his made up verb into a noun. That's my job after all.

"The Syrians feel malice towards France," I said. "But they don't. Not at all."

Despite them not understanding the conflict in the Middle East, not one pupil has whispered a word of malice and hatred against another race or religion and that makes me thankful for being able to work with a group of young people who are curious about their world and not prejudiced against some of those in it.

I desperately want to see the good in people and the good in the world. I need it to be safe as my arms for my children and the protection of my classroom walls for my pupils can only stretch so far. I hope this post is causes no offence or harm. I just hope it makes you thankful for your lot in life. I know I am.

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