Beauty in the day: he is a home-schooler who comes to the school for a few services and Specialist classes. When he first started coming I could barely get him to speak a word, though he would give a shy smile. Now he is comfortable and I get to see the kid under the surface. He always comes in and goes to the sign-in sheet, a chore that seems to take him a long time. I usually wait a bit and then burst out with a “George!”, to which he generally makes some caveman-ish reply, which is cuter than some since George doesn’t say his “r’s” in the traditional fashion, but instead substitutes them with a “w”. So yesterday, when he was signing out to leave, I started pestering him with, “Hey George!” He says “hey”. Then I say respond with, “Hey George!” – and so on. After about the 4th “Hey George!” He said in a hurried fashion, “I can’t talk wight now, I have to go meet the Pwesident.” And off he went………

Today when he arrived, I said “George! How’d it go yesterday?” George was ready.

“Well, it went pretty good, at least at fiwst. But the twubble stawted when I didn’t think the Pwesident was “cool”, and he could tell.”

“Uh-oh,” I countered. “I hope that didn’t get you into any trouble.”

“Well, actually, it did, and I had to westle with the FBI, and I had to take one out.”

“Wow, George! I’m surprised you didn’t get arrested!”

“Oh, I did get awested, but I’m vewy wich, so I just bought my way out of jail.”

“Wait, so – you’re out on bail right now?”


“Wow, George – I’m going to remember this if I ever get into a similar situation. – Oh….except….I just realized that I’m not very rich, so I wouldn’t be able to buy my way out of jail.”

“You should pwobably just act like the Pwesident is cool then.”

He probably has a point.

Gold Rush

Beauty in the day: kids earn Eagle Tickets at my school. But as a CLASS, you can earn GOLDEN Eagle Tickets. We have this big poster-chart, and every day kids come in as classroom representatives to put a stamp on their chart. Today a happy kindergartener came in and announced that this was the 2nd Golden Eagle Ticket for them on the same day. He was all puffed up with pride. He looked at me with a smile that looked like the Cat who had eaten the canary, beckoned to me, and erupted with: “Did we hit the Motherlode, or WHAT?!!?!?!?”

Life in the Emerald City

Beauty in the day: it started with the young one who strode boldly down the hall and into the office only to suddenly appear to be crippled in one leg.  He said it happened on Friday, and added that his mom knew about it, for good measure.  So we stretched.  We did lunges.  We did deep knee bends.  We did toe touches .  I sent him back to class.
Later, in the lunch line (don’t even get me started) one line emptied out, so I went up to a young man and told him he could move to the empty line.  He snarled out a very definite “No!”  Well!  My goodness!  I tried again.  He was demonstrably against any such sort of offer.  So, I offered the honor to the boy behind him, who gladly took advantage.  The first boy burst into loud and bitter tears, the kind with the ugly face – the really ugly face.  Directly at this point the boy from earlier this morning walked up to me and said, “I think those exercises made my leg worse.”
Any ridiculous thoughts anyone has had about magical or super powers that I possess may now put them to rest.  There is no one behind the curtain, folks.

Thumbs Up

Beauty in the day: there is a 1st grade teacher at my school (of course there is). She will periodically send a student to the office with a request of some kind. Can she have some pencils; would I be willing to make me an extra copy, she’s short one; could I answer the question on this note; could she have some more band aids for the classroom – that kind of thing. Along with these requests, she sends a page of stickers, and if I perform the grand favor, I get to choose a sticker for myself. I have a lovely collection of these. Today I chose a glittery orca whale, and the boy that offered them made sure to tell me that I had made the best possible choice.
People, there are skills you have to have to do this job, and picking the best sticker is a good one to have, because you will get a “thumbs up” from a kid who is watching you. April 16, 2015: Success. 👍🏻

Naming Names

Beauty in the day: Well, it’s a day late, but this story is sticking with me, so….His kindergarten teacher brought him in for a chat. It’s the little Aussie – you’ve met him before. Little Aussie was very, very sad. His teacher, in her valiant efforts to distract him from his troubles, told him I had some sort of super-powers, and suggested they see what I might have to say (she’s such a smart cookie, right? He was naturally somewhat intrigued – though still very, very sad). “Ms. Nordstrom, my friend here is very, very sad. We made a park in Kindergarten, and we didn’t get to name it the name that we wanted to, and on top of that, we didn’t get to have the snack we were hoping for at snack time.” I took a look, and he was, indeed, very, very sad. “So Friend, you didn’t get to name the park what you wanted?” He shook his head in a sad, doleful way. “So what DID they name it?”

“Kindergarten Park.”

“I see, I see. Yes, Kindergarten Park does sound like a proper name for that, though. Hmmmm….. Tell me, Friend, what was the name YOU wanted to name it?”

“Power Ranger Park.”

“Well, yes, that’s a very good name, isn’t it? But I wonder – it seems like there is a bit of information you didn’t know about. Actually, if something is named ‘Kindergaten Park’, it’s secret code-name actually IS ‘Power Ranger”, you see. Most people don’t know this, because it’s very much a secret code, so it’s probably good not to spread it around very much. In fact, you should probably just tell your best friend and that’s all for now.” He looked rather pleased with this intelligence, and thought that idea was great, and they left to get things underway. Those of you reading this: I’m working on a way for this message to self-destruct in 30 seconds, to protect the bit of secret information held within the words. Important for you to pretend you don’t remember this.

A Hug and a Serenade

Beauty in the day: Aaaaand Spring Break is but a memory. We got a new student today, a boy from across the sea. I brought him into the Café for morning line-up, and led him over to where his new classmates were. “Here is the spot that your class lines up, and here are some of your new classmates.” One such enthusiastic new classmate was all over the Welcome Wagon. “Oh, hi!” she gushed happily. “I’m the huggie-type, so if you need a hug, you can come and see me.” I stepped in and allowed her to give me a quick squeeze, thus giving new deer-in-the-headlights-boy a chance to gracefully sidestep the invitation.
After school got underway, I had an unexpected visit from a 1st grade young man, who was sent down by his teacher. “My teacher says that you will want to hear this,” he said importantly. He held what looked to be a note in his hand, and I reached for it, but he held it aloft. It was evident that he wanted to read it himself. I sat back in an obligatory way, ready for his recital. I was about to be treated, as it turned out to be a poem – wait, no, a SONG, and he recited – wait no, SANG it to me (insert Office Manager and Assistant with adoring faces directed at 1st grader). When I went to make a copy of his artistry, he called into the Workroom, “But hurry up, because my teacher likes me to get back to class.”
It’s Monday, people. We have more beauties to face.

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And So Shall a Child Lead Them


Beauty in the day:

So this is my 2 1/2 year old granddaughter, Jaffrey. She has gone to a special Easter Celebration at her church, her very first egg hunt. She came across this sculpture of Jesus stumbling under the weight of the cross, and murmured, “Oh, Jesus!” and her next reactions are priceless. First, she looks at Him with concern and tenderness, taking His face in her hands……then she kisses Him.

My heart is full of this. ❤️

Good Friday, 2015


My oldest baby posted this pic of her oldest baby (not yet 3 years old) with this caption:

*Jaffrey Ayla: sitting in morning light at the bar with Minnie. She is reading her Bible with her cereal and “coffee” and she is “highlighting” (slash coloring) with crayons in her Bible. I hear her tell Minnie, “This is Jesus,” as she points to her Bible. Then she says to Minnie’s face, “He lives in your heart.”


Another One Bites the Dust

Beauty in the day: she sat down next to me, and launched into the latest story of her 10-year-old. “So, she told me that she DOES want to have an Easter Egg hunt, but then let me know that she no longer believed in the Easter Bunny.”

“Oh. No Easter Bunny?”

“No, not really mom. I’m just kind of over that. And mom, while we’re talking about this, I should let you know that I also don’t believe in the Tooth Fairy anymore.”

“Oh, okay. No Tooth Fairy, huh?”


“And why is that?”

“Mom, awhile ago I lost my tooth and I didn’t tell you about it. It stayed under my pillow for a week.”

Meh. Epic fail.