waiting... to rise.

She speaks as if someone with true experience. Her words are so specifically chosen that you almost pity them, so micromanaged inside that mind. Her tones communicate self righteousness, while her ideas communicate humility, a manner confusing in it's intent. Perhaps that is the purpose, to confuse just enough so that none may assume to know true meaning at any time. Perhaps it is just her self defense mechanism. We all have them, and we tend to deny those we use most.

She drives me to frustration regularly, but I am grateful she has been named the one to teach our children. Something about her confidence gives them confidence in her, in her words & teachings to them. I've yet to hear her lie to them or not admit when she is unsure. But only to them.

Her tones change around the young ones. From one who knows better than adults to one who is only inspired by evolving minds, one who desires to provoke thinking and debating, questioning and observing, guessing and imagining, learning and discovering. And so, no matter my personal opinions of her relating to myself and my peers, she was our greatest asset to prod the children's minds, pushing them to become the wisest adults we could ask for.

And is that not our purpose as parents, to push our children to surpass ourselves?

Perhaps that is why she relates to them far better than any of the parents, because we are cookies that have already been baked, and they are just potential filled dough, waiting for her hands to kneed it, waiting
to rise.