I spend a lot of time here sharing with you all the wonderful things that go along with living in Mexico. And ’tis true that for about 95% of the time, our lives here are pretty wonderful. But then some days? Well some days Mexico comes along and just kicks us in the ass. Hard. And those are the days you teeter on the edge of insanity, try to keep the tears in check and wonder what on earth are we doing here and why do we stay?
Yesterday was one of those days. We were dealing with the bureaucracy of the Mexican government (full post to come soon on that mess….) and had been told something different for the umpteenth time. Jason and I drove back to Playa del Carmen from the government offices in Cancun in complete silence. We were at a really low point. Frustrated and irritated we wanted nothing more than to head back to our place, down a glass (or 4) of wine and pull the covers over our head and wait for the next day. Except that it’s really hot here. So covers? Nope. And heading back to our place and downing a bottle of wine wasn’t an option because we had made a commitment to be somewhere. We struggled with this because both our mindsets and attitudes were poor and we really were not in the mood to go. But we had said we were going to be there so we had to suck it up and go. And so we went.
To see these guys.
That’s right, school is back in session and we had our first day of teaching English with the KKIS program. The kids were pretty happy to see us, they had already been in school for a while and were ready for us. This year we are teaching 4th and 5th grade and we spent the time this week talking about the solar system and Earth. It seems that I could use a science refresher course.
And you know what happened? We left school with smiles on our faces and a brand new – positive – attitude (although I still do not have the warm and fuzzies for the government). It’s amazing to me how their excitement and energy was able to so completely turn around our horrible no good very bad day. Perspective I guess. Now, more than anything else, I’m just more mad at myself for having even a thought of giving up. I’m not a quitter. Bad days are going to happen no matter where in the world you live. We have made such purposeful choices over the last year to try and eliminate those bad days that I think yesterday might just have been a shock to the system.
We were rejuvenated and reminded about all the good days and good things that have happened in our lives since we moved to Mexico, teaching these kids being one of those things. How could we possibly complain about living here? How could we complain about living a life of our choosing? We felt plenty of gratitude to those kids for reminding us why we are where we are and doing what we do. And to top it all off as we were leaving Lidia, one of my students, chased me down outside the classroom and handed me this.
No, Lidia, thank you.