day seventy-one: bypass
11:24 pm and I sit in the dark on the couch as my house sleeps. A day of wheelchairs, warm soapy water, Halloween costumes, cupcakes, parades, studying, and now unwinding.Generous family members who visited and gave. And gave again. I am thankful. I am tired. I am unworthy.
Tomorrow I meet with parents of my little kiddos, to tell them happy things about progress and newly-made friends. Letters, numbers, colors, shapes. Like 3 hours of candy.
And in the middle of it all I think of my own children. How does God do that? Dripping down into the cracks of an insane day are thoughts of brown eyes, crutches, red hair and Africa. When I think I can't stuff one more thing into my head He allows feelings to seep into my heart instead.
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I love that last line Kazzy. :)
Good luck and have fun with conferences tomorrow. I used to love those as a kid...maybe I was a little bit of a brown noser:)
The one-on-ones, either with parents or the kids, is the best part about teaching for me. I love the personal contact.
And thanks, tfg. I value your writing opinion, as you are such a master at it!
I love that last line too. Beauteous.
When I was younger and my Big Guy kept me busier than he does now, those parent teacher conferences were so important to me. I rarely had a chance to talk to other adults and having that feedback about my guy and just getting to chat about him or anything at all was such an oasis. I am sure it would have been even better if you were the teacher I was talking to (he's had some great ones but mostly not so great ones . . .)
Brown eyes, crutches, red hair and Africa. That's quite an assortment to be filling your heart with. But there's always room, isn't there?
Oh, and can I come over for the 3-hour sugarfest? :)
By the way, You are NOT unworthy, Kaz! xox.
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