My sisters and I started the morning chatting about some family news. We checked in about how back-to-school has been for our college, high school, middle school, elementary and pre-preschool kiddos. We joked about all the free time we should thus be having but don’t.
I can’t tell you exactly how we meandered there, but the topic came up of a person who has a reputation for arrogance. My sisters and I, all yoga doers, were puzzled that this dude — also a yoga person — seemed stuck on himself and a deflator of others.
Now, my sisters and I are prone to go off on tangents and giggle for hours (remember Gynee College?). When Tami said this…
…I turned it into a meme. (That’s not him, for the record.)
I’m not sure if y’all will chuckle at it like we did, but damn, in that moment, it was FUNNY.
The last time you and your besties couldn’t stop giggling, what was it about?
It’s first period and I’m teaching high schoolers. The end of class is near and I’m starting to worry if each small group is going to get a chance to present what they’ve been working on.
There’s a commotion in the hallway. An entire class of middle schoolers, many of whom I teach on a different day, are waiting along with their teacher to get into my classroom.
I am annoyed.
I peek out and ask what’s going on. I’m told that they need to use my large room just for a moment to make a brief announcement.
I get huffy.
What!? Are you serious!? No one told me. I didn’t plan for this. How will I wrap up the class with 10 minutes less than should have? Aaaaaagh!
This is what I’m thinking in my head, and I’m afraid some of it shows as I mutter, “OK then. C’mon in,” and usher everyone in in a sarcastic flourish.
The interlopers fill the room, and the reason for their gathering soon becomes apparent. The high schoolers and middle schoolers want to honor…
One student hands me a tiara. A small speech is made by my fellow teacher, formerly known as Interrupter. Students form a line to one-by-one press their small notes of thanks into my palm. A young lady is chosen to read a poem that extolls my traits.
Huffiness was not among those listed.
I manage not to cry, and we all get a good laugh at how poorly I hid my irritation. Once class was over I was able to read through the notes and savor the poem. I was deeply touched by the kindness of my students and colleagues.
Soon, my school day was done and I ran an errand at the grocery store. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I was still wearing my tiara.
I have my own personal and portable DJ. Reed loves to play music for me as we drive from activity to activity. He plugs his iPod into the car’s reverse-USB port and carefully selects songs based on factors of the moment.
On a recent trip that was just the two of us — which meant he got to sit in the front seat — he chose songs from our past. One he got done fiddling with his iPod and the music began, he did something remarkable.
He reached out for my hand.
For the rest of the 15-minute trip, our fingers were as intertwined as our voices.
The next day, Tessa invited me to take the dog for a walk with her. “Come with me, Mama,” she said in the unguarded tone of voice I remember from her pre-teen days. And by “pre-teen” I mean “less hostile.”
We found the leash, clipped it on Dexter, and headed out the door. Before we even got around the corner, Tessa did something remarkable.
She reached out for my hand.
For the rest of the 15-minute stroll, our hands connected us and our stride synched us.