I am loud. honest confession. I have this "teacher voice," for which I received great feedback in methods classes, that can get a little out of hand. My mother used to tell me repeatedly, "Crystal, I'm right here. You don't have to yell." I was yelling? . . .
So. Perhaps the penalty for a lifetime of social faux pas has found me. Addison is ridiculously loud. Seriously. She likes to talk to the person on the other side of the grocery store. She loves to yell. Her laugh has one volume. She thinks her jokes are funny enough to share with the neighborhood. It makes me laugh. So, with a grateful nod to my mother, I have begun the process of gentle feedback. Addison, I'm right here. You don't have to yell. . .
