Wednesday thoughts and feelings
I've been in the same school most of the week. It feels good. Many of the kids and teachers already knew me and now many more do. It feels good.
There is something about being in a elementary school...the classrooms, the hallways, the chairs.
"How do you spell ‘drive'?"
"Tie your shoes."
"Very good!"
Packing a bookbag,
"You need to sit on your bottom."
"Is that a quarter or a nickel?"
Giving ‘the look',
"What's the opposite of long?"
"Good thinking!"
"What goes at the end of a sentence?"
"You finished all you work! Wonderful!"
Hugs in the hallway,
Little waves,
And little smiles,
Little fingers press around my middle.
That evening my son, unaware of its affect, tells me of his plans to join the army after graduation. He seems to have had it all thought out. I needed a paper bag to breath into. It never occurred to me that he would be leaving. Luckily he's only a sophomore.
