Beauty in the day: he came to the office from recess with a “broken arm”. He didn’t tell my assistant why he was there – just that he was waiting for me.
When I came, he informed me (with worried eyes) that he had broken his arm at recess. Desiring to reassure him, I looked boldly at his tattooed forearm, and pronounced that he had no need to worry; the arm wasn’t broken.
This was met with crocodile tears and a low whine – I had clearly said the wrong thing. I encouraged him to come into the clinic so we could examine him, which he did. The clinic aide was on-hand, and when she heard the news that his arm had been broken, she gave him a much-needed “awwwwwwww!”
This did much to bring healing to this younger brother of Aussie Boy.
Beauty in the day: little cuter-than-a-puppy limped – LIMPED, I say, into the office with crocodile tears threatening to spill. She let me know that she was HURT, and she also said that her dad would want her to go home if she was HURT. Because she looked pretty darn good to me, we got out the ice pack, and put it to work.
After a bit, I went in to send her back to class. She looked greatly improved, save but for her troubled countenance. She was dubious about this plan, but got up to go back. “It still hurts,” she said off-handedly.
“Well, but I just LOVE your hair! It’s darling! And those shoes – are they new?”
She blushed and posed…and trotted back to class.
Happy Friday Eve. ☺️
Beauty in the day: a perfect memorial service. A perfect celebration. A perfect sadness. A perfect prayer, and a perfect dance. Perfect tears. Perfect songs. Perfect Truth. Magnolia Mae, save me a seat. I want to sit as close to Jesus as you are now. 💗