“Jessica Rebecca Baker! Stop blowing bubbles in your milk! How old are you?!”
I wanted to reply, “Old enough to know better but not old enough to stop doing it.”
Who was I kidding after all?
I was never going to grow up.
Sometimes I felt as though my students were older than me. Sometimes the words of wisdom that came out of their mouths were far wiser than anything I had ever said or thought.
I didn’t mind having a childlike mind because I had always felt that if you lost that you couldn’t relate to anyone. As a teacher it was a quality I wanted to retain and one I felt served me well. It allowed me access to things that adults weren’t privy to. My students trusted me.
Yep, I was going to keep blowing through my straw for as long as I had breath to do it.