I’ve got a good feeling and thankful that my memories are making me smile… Mrs McCready- a great teacher, Peter- a fourth grade crush who left do to a military move, but I made his acquaintance again in college! (that’s all to that part)… accidentally wet my pants but was saved from humiliation by my teacher… 😅😂.
Love the exercise… great way to go back with a specific time frame in mind.👏
My family moved from the countryside of Palo Alto California to the east coast in Greenwich Connecticut. I was a sensitive kid and couldn’t adapt and they held me back a grade. They blamed it on the difference in schools. Greenwich ended up being a good place for me. So was being held back, or so I’ve always thought. But how that event impacted me throughout my life is very thought provoking. I’ve never thought about that, yet I’ll never forget that time. I’ll have to get back to you on what I find. Thanks Mike
In fourth grade I ran for class president. I had a campaign manager and a vision. I wanted to be the leader. But I had a bad strategy and everyone around me knew it. They even tried to help me. I was confident I was right. On election day, I got two votes, mine and my campaign manager. The popular kid who added half the class to his campaign won. Maybe it was the fact that I changed schools the year before or this, but I've always felt like and outsider. I'm asking the question am I successful? But also following up with do you like me? I'm learning to see the people around me who say yes to both those questions and shut out the no. Thanks for the post.
This was such a powerful email. I am definitely going to do this exercise. I had idea that this age is were the shift and how you view your self started happening . I knew at some point it happened in the child hood but now I know exactly were I should be looking . Supper impactful message right here 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
My first thoughts were about finding myself in athletics but, then i remembered that was when I learned about being shameful. That’s how I personalized it after being sexually abused. It took over thirty years to understand where my hurt/anger , negative self talk derived from. There’s still areas in my life that are affected but I continue to work through them as they come up. This event connects me to where I find my security. I’ve tried many different ways to meet that need. Yet, I’ve only found one thing that fills that place. For me it’s been Jesus
I can’t remember anything really about my 4th grade year. I’m not even sure where I went to school at let alone who my teacher was. I do however remember my 5th grade year. So much changed. I’m wondering if all the shifts that happened beginning in 5th grade was my moment of beginning to question rather than just react. Surely I’m not the only one who has a blank until 5th grade 🤣
Mrs Golf was my 4th grade teacher, my life had already spiraled so far with a mental ill father and an emotionally unavailable mother.
Mrs Golf at east gave everyone in the class a baby chicken to take home. I remember thinking “it won’t be safe there.” My fourth grade teacher always made me feel accepted in the height of my broken world. It seemed like to me: she knew how my life looked outside the classroom. And as you may guess my PQ
I’ve got a good feeling and thankful that my memories are making me smile… Mrs McCready- a great teacher, Peter- a fourth grade crush who left do to a military move, but I made his acquaintance again in college! (that’s all to that part)… accidentally wet my pants but was saved from humiliation by my teacher… 😅😂.
Love the exercise… great way to go back with a specific time frame in mind.👏
My family moved from the countryside of Palo Alto California to the east coast in Greenwich Connecticut. I was a sensitive kid and couldn’t adapt and they held me back a grade. They blamed it on the difference in schools. Greenwich ended up being a good place for me. So was being held back, or so I’ve always thought. But how that event impacted me throughout my life is very thought provoking. I’ve never thought about that, yet I’ll never forget that time. I’ll have to get back to you on what I find. Thanks Mike
In fourth grade I ran for class president. I had a campaign manager and a vision. I wanted to be the leader. But I had a bad strategy and everyone around me knew it. They even tried to help me. I was confident I was right. On election day, I got two votes, mine and my campaign manager. The popular kid who added half the class to his campaign won. Maybe it was the fact that I changed schools the year before or this, but I've always felt like and outsider. I'm asking the question am I successful? But also following up with do you like me? I'm learning to see the people around me who say yes to both those questions and shut out the no. Thanks for the post.
This was such a powerful email. I am definitely going to do this exercise. I had idea that this age is were the shift and how you view your self started happening . I knew at some point it happened in the child hood but now I know exactly were I should be looking . Supper impactful message right here 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Our church mentors 4th graders for this exact reason! It’s such a formative age!
My first thoughts were about finding myself in athletics but, then i remembered that was when I learned about being shameful. That’s how I personalized it after being sexually abused. It took over thirty years to understand where my hurt/anger , negative self talk derived from. There’s still areas in my life that are affected but I continue to work through them as they come up. This event connects me to where I find my security. I’ve tried many different ways to meet that need. Yet, I’ve only found one thing that fills that place. For me it’s been Jesus
I can’t remember anything really about my 4th grade year. I’m not even sure where I went to school at let alone who my teacher was. I do however remember my 5th grade year. So much changed. I’m wondering if all the shifts that happened beginning in 5th grade was my moment of beginning to question rather than just react. Surely I’m not the only one who has a blank until 5th grade 🤣
This hits home.
Darryll D
Mrs Golf was my 4th grade teacher, my life had already spiraled so far with a mental ill father and an emotionally unavailable mother.
Mrs Golf at east gave everyone in the class a baby chicken to take home. I remember thinking “it won’t be safe there.” My fourth grade teacher always made me feel accepted in the height of my broken world. It seemed like to me: she knew how my life looked outside the classroom. And as you may guess my PQ
Am I safe?
Blessings to you guys