I love this, Connie. Your wisdom is spot on: "How adults sometimes don’t see their own limiting beliefs and project them onto the young. How a single sentence can shape or shatter a dream. How belief in ourselves, even when fragile, is the most important kind." My first grade teacher told me I was "stupid" and "couldn't do anything right." My crime? I asked for help zipping up the head on my chicken costume (for the class play). I looked up to her. And I took her words to heart. Sometimes I have to remind the little-girl me that I'm not stupid and that I can do lots of things right.
I so love this. Oh, the men! No, women too. I remember a nun telling me, "You're so lucky to be an artist. You can do your work in the home!" Like, "on the side." Your mother sounds terrific. And you, too!
Great story! Yeah Grandma!
I love this, Connie. Your wisdom is spot on: "How adults sometimes don’t see their own limiting beliefs and project them onto the young. How a single sentence can shape or shatter a dream. How belief in ourselves, even when fragile, is the most important kind." My first grade teacher told me I was "stupid" and "couldn't do anything right." My crime? I asked for help zipping up the head on my chicken costume (for the class play). I looked up to her. And I took her words to heart. Sometimes I have to remind the little-girl me that I'm not stupid and that I can do lots of things right.
I encourage you to write about it, a conversation with your little-girl me.
I just love this, and especially the line "How a single sentence can shape or shatter a dream".
Love the story.
Another great story, Connie! I wish I'd known your mom.
I so love this. Oh, the men! No, women too. I remember a nun telling me, "You're so lucky to be an artist. You can do your work in the home!" Like, "on the side." Your mother sounds terrific. And you, too!