My mind wandered to the porch scene from the movie, Summer Magic. If you've never watched this Disney film, it is certainly worth your time. As a young girl, I could sit in front of the T.V. for hours singing along with the Ugly Bug Ball and The Pink of Perfection.
The summers of my childhood included moments of sheer joy and frightening bouts of terror. June, July, and August brought snow cones at the baseball field, bike rides around town, and trips to the lake. It also ushered in an increase in my grandfather's drinking, and I dreaded seeing him stumbling in at night, inebriated and belligerent. These memories stamped the DNA of who I have become, and last night, I was reminded of how lucky I am to have charted a new course for my family.
As I headed home, I thought of my students. What treasures and troubles do they face during the summer months? Struggle is an inevitable part of life. I hope whatever situations my students encounter, gratitude and grit become the by products of their experiences.
Summer truly is magic.