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Teaching Tip: Wait and See

Last September, I met a prekindergarten child in the cafeteria at dismissal time.
She was out of control.
She hit a teacher, called one a mother $)(&@”#%*, and was just generally out of control.
Yes, a prekindergarten student. Age 4.
Today, this same child came up to me at dismissal and smothered my face with kisses.
A colleague and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
Is this child rehabilitated? No.
She is in the office almost every day.
But she’s better than she was.
Miracles take time.
These children need love.
Don’t forget it.

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Sunday’s Song: Adjustments

We really don’t know what we are doing yet along this road of cancer. It’s a blind walk. We hit some walls. Hard.
I know, though, we are not the first to walk it.
My dad had an inoperable brain tumor.
My mom–multiple myeloma.
Tonight we attended yet another rosary for yet another pancreatic cancer victim.
His six year old grandson, (another cousin), sat in the front pew, a victim of brain cancer.
The treatment is as bad as the disease his mom whispers to me.
She motions toward a wheelchair waiting in the corner.
He is six. Six.
My husband is forty-six.
I repeat that a lot too. Like saying it will make it go away, because it can’t possibly be true.
These are days of waiting, days of prayer.
Days of picturing a positive outcome.
Days of knowing our lives changed in an instant, yet still fighting to preserve what we called normal.
I’m taking notes, dear readers.
My friend Dee Ann met me today. She’s the friend who already knows where we will meet. All we need is a time. We never even say a place. We all need a friend like that, believe me.
I poured out a lot of words. She said I needed to write them down.
I know I do. I know these days are like thickened air, but there are moments of clarity too.
I know things now.
I thought I knew what something like this would feel like. I was wrong.
I’m learning what matters for me: prayer, family, being home, connections with my friends.
I’m learning what means nothing: pettiness, nosiness, immaturity.
The strangest things matter: good pillows, comfortable shoes, coffee in pottery cups. Flowers. Real ones.
It’s a time of nurturing. Each other and ourselves.
It’s a time where explanations are not needed, where people need to practice giving the benefit of the doubt.
It’s the text, the message, the call that says You matter to me. Keep going.


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Color Splurge

Bought three sets of flowers today: coral geraniums, red kalanchoe, and a black urn of yellow, red, and purple something…not sure what, but they are blooming, beautiful, and trailing.
A burst of color for the front porch, the backporch ( and nearby hummingbirds), and the kitchen entry.
I decided color is needed here.
I tend to dress and paint dark, but this is not the time. This is the time for clean colors, vibrancy, hopefulness.
No muted tones.
So, I filled my cart and then the backseat of an already stuffed car, and headed home.
Procrastination did not win today. Each flower has found its new home. We will come and go throughout the days and our eyes will rest here. It’s good.
Living things to care for. That’s good too.
I’ve always known it. Now I know why.