The Magical Language

How many languages do you speak? Which one you master the most?When I started my career as a teacher, seventeen years ago, I mastered the language of discipline. My vocabulary was limited to rules, regulations, reward and punishment. Little by little I was taught other strategies and started to put them into practice. Last night, attending the graduation of one of the promotions I had taught in their early years and taught again in their middle years, I reflected on my journey. Several trainers, educators and books had inspired me and transformed me from a teacher to an educator. I shifted to a magical language, the language of love; unconditional love. 

Working with preteens and teens, they seize me with the greatness each one holds within. It takes each one just few drops of unconditional love to blossom, bloom and flourish. My dictionary got updated. Love, acceptance, understanding, empathy, compassion, respect, motivation, encouragement, appreciation, admiration, tolerance and genuine care became my favourite ingredients in cooking the young souls I deal with, hoping to help them happily surpass the hard stage called adolescence. 

When we are nurtured with unconditional love, we become more confident, we develop higher self-esteem, we start to accept our flows and pay more attention to our strengths, we feel free to try and fail, we become courageous and most of all we learn to love ourselves and others.

What’s the language you use with your beloved ones? What are the words you repeat the most on the interval of your day? Do they align with the outcome you aim for?


The Surprise

My daughter made me an unbelievable surprise yesterday. Participating in a project set by the school for year nine students, my son, three years ago, was selected for the finals and he won the first place. This school year, my daughter started her project. Observing her while working, she was stressed, unhappy and overwhelmed. I discussed with her the matter and she said: “I won’t be selected for finals like my brother. I am working hard to be like him.” Her tears tore me apart, seeing her with her different capabilities; an extrovert artist who joins leadership camps and learns Spanish and plays sports and volunteers in service projects, I advised her to live her own life, genuinely. I explained that as parents we never compare our children, we believe each one is unique in his potentials, aims and dreams. I ended the conversation back then advising her to allocate a certain amount of time to work for the project and when it ends she moves to her other activities, just trying to do her best in the duration she sets.

Yesterday was a day to remember in our lives. She won the first prize with her team members. Reaching the second part of the project, she agreed with two classmates to collaborate together and make one project. And together they did it. She used her social skills, the lessons she learned in the camps she joined and synergised with others, brining out more success than her sibling. It was a day to remember; how each human being can make his dreams come true by having a clear goal, understanding and accepting his limitations, synergising with others, doing the best he can and never losing hope. 


The Stumble

How often do you stumble? How do you feel about it? How much time so you spend thinking of your next move instead of taking it and what’s the number of moves you didn’t take fearing that you might stumble? Yesterday I was invited to give a speech on how I overcame the challenges that I faced while writing my novel. Sharing my twenty tips, my sister, on our way back, shared her biggest challenge; the fear of stumbling.

Looking for the definition of such a word I found several meanings: “To miss one’s step in walking, to proceed unsteadily, to make a slip or a mistake, to proceed in a hesitating manner as in action or in speech.”

Rereading the explanation, my mind wandered. I thought of Edison who stumbled 99 times. I thought of world champs who repeatedly stumbled before breaking records. And I thought of myself the many times I stumbled while outlining my novel, sketching my characters and narrating their stories. Stumbling itself brought me pleasure, every time I caught my balance and stood up high for my dream I felt stronger and a strike of positivity energised me. 

Stumbling is the main key to success, avoiding it is choosing a life of regret for playing so little and remaining at point zero.