Hard things are made bearable when you don’t carry them alone
As I finish up the last few weeks of my service on the Maryville R2 Board of Education, I want to give a heartfelt shout of appreciation to my ride or die - my husband, Jon. His Spoofhound roots run much deeper than mine. I’m the transplant. This guy was voted Mr. MHS his senior year and quarterbacked a state championship football team. Oh, how sweet it is that this little academic team nerd and drum major of the marching band grew up to win the heart of the high school quarterback. But you know what’s even better? His unwavering support of my desire to help others. I didn’t decide to run for school board on a whim. It was only after careful consideration of my goals, an honest reckoning with my spare time and real conversations with Jon and our son about what this commitment would mean for our family. He didn’t hesitate. He was all in. He has been my rock throughout every season of this work - a sounding board for my thoughts, my ideas and, yes, my grievances. I joined the board just ...
