Before I forget...
Today was Minimum Day at school, so just before the last bell rang I ran over to unlock the main gate and pick my niece up from first grade (usually there's at least an hour between the time I leave work and the time school lets out, so I don't often get to do that). Anyway, Meg bounced out fairly quickly, happy as ever to be at school, and as we strolled hand-in-hand back around the building she started purposefully walking through puddles of rainwater.
Now, since I spend a fair amount of time during recess every day yelling at first and second graders about NOT playing in puddles of water and mud, I kind of laughed and scolded her and said, "Meaghan, why do you do that?"
She smiled and skipped and looked at me and said, like it should have been obvious, "So I can leave footprints!"
And I kind of blinked and thought, Well, that does makes sense.
I feel like there's a lesson there someplace, or a metaphor, or something...
I don't know, though. I'm on a lot of drugs right now. I suppose anything is a metaphor if you want it to be.
Speaking of work, on Wednesday I co-ran our last official Kindergarten Registration of the year, and I had the sweetest guy come through my line. He had just recently gotten custody of his daughter, Iliana, and had brought a STACK of papers and files with him in order to get her registered. He sat at one of our tables and worked and worked until he'd completed the registration packet and brought everything up to me.
After running through the whole rigamarole of checking ID, signatures, proof of residence, boundary lines, birth certificates and immunization records (he was missing most of those, though I'd be willing to bet he's already gotten ahold of them and turned them into the office by now) I began my spiel about the first week of school next year, mostly regarding the independent study program that all kindergartners go through every August before "officially" starting school. I had just gotten to the point in my speech where I explain how the teachers will be setting up individual assessments with each student and their parents when he broke into this huge grin and interrupted me to say, "This is so cool!"
I thought that reaction was pretty cool, all by itself. No offense to all the great fathers out there, I know there are a lot of them, but something about seeing a dad get all enthusiastic like that is just plain awesome. A definite bright point in my day/week/month. :-)
I guess I don't really have much else to say. Mostly I wanted to write all of that down so I wouldn't forget. On a personal level things are really strange and uncertain for me right now, which tends to result in silence from my little corner of the internet. Sorry about that. :-/
Oh! But I do want to send big ::hugs:: and TONS of prayers and support out to Kit (bottledtime) and her nephew Zach. With all the well-wishes coming your way, things have to get better soon. ::hugs again::
Now, since I spend a fair amount of time during recess every day yelling at first and second graders about NOT playing in puddles of water and mud, I kind of laughed and scolded her and said, "Meaghan, why do you do that?"
She smiled and skipped and looked at me and said, like it should have been obvious, "So I can leave footprints!"
And I kind of blinked and thought, Well, that does makes sense.
I feel like there's a lesson there someplace, or a metaphor, or something...
I don't know, though. I'm on a lot of drugs right now. I suppose anything is a metaphor if you want it to be.
Speaking of work, on Wednesday I co-ran our last official Kindergarten Registration of the year, and I had the sweetest guy come through my line. He had just recently gotten custody of his daughter, Iliana, and had brought a STACK of papers and files with him in order to get her registered. He sat at one of our tables and worked and worked until he'd completed the registration packet and brought everything up to me.
After running through the whole rigamarole of checking ID, signatures, proof of residence, boundary lines, birth certificates and immunization records (he was missing most of those, though I'd be willing to bet he's already gotten ahold of them and turned them into the office by now) I began my spiel about the first week of school next year, mostly regarding the independent study program that all kindergartners go through every August before "officially" starting school. I had just gotten to the point in my speech where I explain how the teachers will be setting up individual assessments with each student and their parents when he broke into this huge grin and interrupted me to say, "This is so cool!"
I thought that reaction was pretty cool, all by itself. No offense to all the great fathers out there, I know there are a lot of them, but something about seeing a dad get all enthusiastic like that is just plain awesome. A definite bright point in my day/week/month. :-)
I guess I don't really have much else to say. Mostly I wanted to write all of that down so I wouldn't forget. On a personal level things are really strange and uncertain for me right now, which tends to result in silence from my little corner of the internet. Sorry about that. :-/
Oh! But I do want to send big ::hugs:: and TONS of prayers and support out to Kit (bottledtime) and her nephew Zach. With all the well-wishes coming your way, things have to get better soon. ::hugs again::