The paddling.

I wasn’t even sure they were real, these pelicans racing across the lake. They looked like little boats, moving so quickly. So still and beautiful on top, but the paddling that had to have been going on beneath — it must have been extraordinary.  

My mother was the face of ISD #206. And even in her hardest days, she gave them a good one. Not one teacher or administrator entered that building without her smile or direction. By 7:30am each day, after sleepless nights, she was lipsticked, coiffed, dressed – impeccably. And she wasn’t faking it — she loved her job. Her people. But for a select few, they never saw the paddling. 

I suppose we miss it with most people. We never really know what they are going through. Struggling through. What waters they are holding their heads above. And I’m not sure we need to know everything. See everything. But we could be kind. Can be kind. Empathetic. And it goes for everything. Sometimes we see successful people and think, oh, it’s so easy for them, not seeing the hours of practice, effort, sweat. 

So today, at the grocery store, the coffee shop, the office, or bank, wherever you go for your daily swim, maybe we all could just be a little more aware of the paddling.