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I'm not entirely sure when or how life got so busy this week but I have been struggling with writing everyday because my mornings start late and my days end late too and all I can do is barely make it all the way to my bed before I crashed. Tomorrow I get to sleep in a bit --PRAISES, so tonight I write.

Today I started working as a teachers aid for a homeschooling group in Pasadena. I was instantly reunited for my love of kids and my love of teaching. I thought for the longest time that's what I would do, be a teacher. I would choose the younger kids because though they are rambunctious and always seem to have cute little dirty faces, I adore little kids.

While tracing a map of the continents today, the teacher reminded the students that it was okay to make mistakes, she wasn't looking for perfection, she wasn't looking to see if they never messed up. "In fact" she said, "I want you to mess up. You're safe to have mess up in my class."

Then one of the little girls in the class responded with, "You're going to have to remind us of that, that it's okay to mess up because what if we forget?"

BE STILL MY HEART.

The teacher responded with "You're right. Sometimes we do forget, I should remind myself of that more often too."

It is in these moments that I am reminded of how much I absolutely love humans especially kids and their brutal yet gracious and inquisitive honesty.

I was talking to my housemate about this encounter and we were talking about just the beauty of belief that kids have. They believe that they're going to be best friends with their first grade friend and that they'll have playdates with their kids when they're married with families (real life conversations from today) and they believe that a pumpkin has 1,000 seeds inside of it and they do need to be reminded that it's okay to make mistakes. And as we get older we need to be reminded even more so because we do forget. We get older and we doubt our abilities and we lose that sense of belief that we can run really fast or that every story we tell is a great one.

We need to have more safe places to make mistakes.

Places that not only tell us that we're safe but also show us that we are. Places and people to remind us that it's okay to draw outside of the lines and that it doesn't mean the world is ending or we're a bad human.

As some of the boys we're racing one another to see who could trace the fastest, the same sweet wise little girl said so matter of fact, "It's not how fast you do it. It's how good." Adulthood doesn't tell us this, adulthood uses a lot of "now" and "how fast" language, what's the quickest route to get places? What's the shortest amount of time I can make a meal? How fast can I run through my list of to-dos so that I can earn some Netflix time? We live and breathe and hustle in the "fast." But oh my gosh sweet girl was right, what about just doing things well? We don't focus on a time frame, we don't constrict our time, instead we carefully trace the edges and curves of every continent and every ocean.

It reminds me of this video The Making of "Patience & Discipline" 

[embed]https://vimeo.com/140649162[/embed]

....*hoping that you watched it* WASN'T THAT BEAUTIFUL?!

Mistakes are accepted, you're safe here. They are not only accepted but encouraged. 

It's not how fast, it's not about the microwave transaction or the fastest route it's about the content, it's about what you produce. Will it sustain through every shifting season and passing year? Will it be the very thing you leave behind?