yesterday i took one of my students with me to run some errands.
you would have thought i was taking her to a ball. she was so excited. i was too. we needed some things for our classroom so it made sense to bring another member of the classroom family for support and guidance. on the drive she told me about all her wishes and dreams. she told me about who she wanted to be and all the things she wanted to do. the people she wanted to help. the blessings she wanted to bring. i listened. affirmed. and gave my two cents when needed. when we arrived at the store we rolled around on bean bags until we found the perfect pair for our classroom. when we were leaving she told me about how close to me she felt. i agreed and told her how much her friendship means to me. and the more i thought about it the more i got to thinking about the other friends i have in that same class. i don't mean friends lightly. i mean finish-your-sentences, know what you need to hear, don't judge you when you mess up and rip your pants friends. in my life i've been blessed by many friendships over the years. but the ones i have with my nuggets are particularly special. we don't share a home together. but we do share a classroom home together. and it's kind of similar when you think about it. we have to listen. we have to share. we have to deal with people getting on our nerves. we have to endure trials. and we get to experience triumphs, no matter how small. we see the good. we see the bad. and lord knows we see the ugly from time to time. and we come back every day no matter what. over the weekend i also took off the bandage i've been wearing over my cut from where the melanoma was in my arm. it's ugly. i wish i could tell you it is this beautiful reminder of the yucky stuff that was removed from my arm. but it's just ugly. and tomorrow i'll have to share that ugly with my friends. they'd never admit it, but i think they are pretty excited to see it. they've been curious about this "mysterious bandaid" since the beginning of school. "can we color it?" -no. "why didn't you ask for a minion bandaid?" -too small. as jazzed as i am to be ridding myself of the dreaded itchy bandaid i now face the reality of the scar. the pink round spot that tells me i'm not completely whole anymore. but i am healthy. and i may not feel 100 percent complete all the time but i know 13 nuggets who think i'm perfect. and that's pretty sensational. i think god shows me his love through these kids. these wild, crazy, silly, special kids. my friends. tonight as i sit with my glass of wine and my chicken noodle soup i am reminded of the ever-present blessing of my job and the 13 friends that make it all worth it. make it a great week! xo, ld
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Maura
9/13/2015 06:34:15 pm
You are amazing. You just get it.
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