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. 

10 comments

CHERRANNE | October 29, 2009 at 2:48 AM

:-)

togetherforgood | October 29, 2009 at 7:17 AM

I love that last line Kazzy. :)

Barbaloot | October 29, 2009 at 8:49 AM

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:)

Kazzy | October 29, 2009 at 1:11 PM

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!

Kimberly | October 29, 2009 at 1:53 PM

I love that last line too. Beauteous.

Heidi Ashworth | October 29, 2009 at 4:36 PM

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 . . .)

Eowyn | October 29, 2009 at 4:44 PM

That was beautiful.

charrette | October 29, 2009 at 4:49 PM

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?

charrette | October 29, 2009 at 4:49 PM

Oh, and can I come over for the 3-hour sugarfest? :)

CHERRANNE | October 30, 2009 at 12:40 AM

By the way, You are NOT unworthy, Kaz! xox.