Although I realize I may be fairly alone in this, I just want to say I love my boss. You may be a person who respects their boss, tolerates their boss or even is sleeping with their boss (ick). But my boss is truly worthy of admiration, respect, and a certain amount of vexation. I mean, how the hell does she do it? I keep asking myself that, and I can never quite come up with an answer. Except to say that she is a bundle of energy and love so powerful, I swear that if you plugged a lamp in her arm, it would illuminate our whole town.
Sharron has a head full of curly locks that twist in turn in a million different directions, quite like her life. Her ample freckles reflect a childlike quality that embraces play. Girlfriend is fit, she is a triathlete and never stops moving. Despite being athletic and trim, she is the first to tell everyone else how good they look. The kids we work with love Sharron, partly because she is fun and up for anything. But also because when she looks at them , they are seen. And when they talk to her, they are heard. She has the ability to make any kid feel warm and welcome, even when life has made them feel anything but.
With work or anything she wants, Sharron is competitive and relentless. But her heart is so big, I am surprised she doesn’t have to cart it around alongside her. Sharron married her high school sweetheart, her opposite in the introvert and extrovert way, but her partner in crime in every other way. Among her many dichotomies are how hard she works in relation to how hard she plays. Happy hour? Yes. Travel to give lectures? Yes. Party at the pool? Yes. For forty? Yes. Working every day plus nights and weekends? Yes. Volunteering at the school? Yes. Huge dinner for the family? Yes. Is anyone else tired?
Sharron’s soul is fed by being with children. It sustains her, enlivens her and fuels her already boundless energy. Her young sons are the center of her universe, and she unabashedly loves on them. Because she is an adult with a large capacity for smarty-pantedness, she is also a nationally recognized speaker and clinician. Because you can’t play all the time.
She’s not perfect. Her handwriting is horrible. Because she has so much going on, it’s often difficult to get some time with her. Sometimes she wishes she could slow down. But that is her beauty and her grace. Her willingness to ask questions, be curious, take a chance, set a boundary, give a compliment or give a hug. Sharron is younger than me. And roughly the same height.
Still, I look up to her.