Beauty in the day: standing in line to see the Terra Cotta Warriors led to another wait in a darkened vestibule. Little 7-ish-year-old waiting near me with mom and dad was finding the wait to be – well – challenging. It became apparent that the little one was involved in dance or cheer, as she was doing steps and arm motions in her spot, much to the consternation of her mother, who would whisper to her to stop. Little One would stop, but the rhythm had a hold of her, and within seconds she would be back at it, only to be reminded by mom to stop again. This continued (to my delight), and gave credence to Maya Angelou’s quote: “Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.”
Beauty in the day: I made a new acquaintance at my local Safeway Starbucks. He made the first move, and kept the conversation going with such ease that I couldn’t stop smiling.
He’s gonna make quite a splash in Kindergarten this year.
Beauty in the day: his mom came in to give us some information. I wrote it all down and then she said, “oh, and one more thing…” she started to laugh, corrected herself, then began again. “He told me…” she started to laugh again. This continued for a bit until she was able to continue.
“He doesn’t normally buy school lunch, so this has been new for him, and yesterday there were hot dogs. I asked him how he liked it. He told me he didn’t eat it. I asked why, and he said, ‘They only have mustard there.’ I told him I was pretty sure there would be ketchup too, but he confirmed with, ‘No ketchup at school mom. They can’t afford it.”
Mom broke up laughing again.
Beauty in the day: my boss has values that are very much like most of us – and some that are a smidge different. For instance, today I was informed (amidst several lengthy bunny trails) that if he got too verbose in his explanations of things, he would respect and would value me saying “shuttie” (his coined word) while making a “close your mouth” gesture with my hand.
It’s always good to know what your boss values, so you can get on the same page.
Beauty in the day: rest assured, your kids are under the tutelage of professionals, folks. I know a teacher who has the same affinity for arachnids that I do (that would be a “0” on a scale from 1 to 10). I received a text from her today, this First Day of Summer School, that read, “Trying to keep my cool…..”, accompanied by the picture below.
I’ll bet the kids didn’t even know it was there. THAT’S called PROFESSIONALISM.
REFUSAL TO CRUNCH WHEN CHILDREN ARE PRESENT.
*it should also be noted here that said text was assuredly a call for assistance; the day was so busy, I never saw it.
*epilogue: said teacher, devoid of assistance from the Office Personnel, taught the offending arachnid how to spin math stories into her web. Note: No pigs were employed in this exercise, but a few corgis were used as inspiration. News at 11.
Beauty in the day: some of you may be unaware that today is a full moon. I am not unaware of this. I am very aware of this. I mean, I work in a school, so….
But, if there were any lingering doubts in my mind as to the accuracy of the moon phase app on my phone (there aren’t any), there are 4 children on my street who have decided to engage in a game of “Howl For as Long as You Can And Keep On Doing It”. For the record, they are pretty darn good at it.
Beauty in the day: the ever-popular Super-Hero Prize Tickets made a new conquest today. The happy young man came to choose an acceptable prize, and discovered that the odd little rubbery “flying super heroes” were actually a pretty fun deal, based on the descriptive given to him by his paraeducator. It involved pulling the ends in opposite directions, and launching the hero through the air. He grabbed it with great enthusiasm. As they prepared to depart back to the classroom, his para was overheard to say, “So, would flying this toy in the classroom be an unexpected thing, or an expected thing?” I honestly saw the wheels turning in technicolor, and the process took at least 10 full seconds. He looked at her then and gave his answer. “Unexpected.” She smiled at him, satisfied, and as they walked away, the rubber super hero was slipped into his pocket quietly.