Today was a day full of happiness. My children were calm and peaceful and joyful (well, at least one of them… the other was most of the time- what can I say?), my husband and I played with them and enjoyed each other, our life and our family and our day.
No one lost tempers, everyone was kind to one another. We fed off of each other’s kindnesses and love. We talked. Laughed. Played. Enjoyed.
My wish for today is many more days like this. Taking the time, just being together.
~K
A morning with some of my favorite ladies, putting together a project that was once too big to dream, enjoying company and coffee, friendship and writings.
So much to be thankful for.
~K
Today I am grateful for my husband, who knows I’m having some girlfriends over in the morning for a ‘writing tea party’ of sorts. He knows that this and these women are important to me.
He listens to me talk excitedly about our project and encourages me along, even when he’s heard me say it all a million times before.
He stayed in the yard last night well into the darker hours cleaning up the front for me because he knows that the yard is important to me.
He will get up in the morning and dress our baby, help me prepare for my tea party with girlfriends and then leave for work without a complaint.
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We have a crazy life, our marriage is full of ups and downs, and at the end of the day, every day, he is my best friend and I’m grateful for him and for how good he is to me.
~K
We celebrated my daughter’s birthday in her kindergarten classroom today.
She got to be the star of the group and we were invited to sit in and to tell about her life. The children sat quietly and my daughter beamed with pride.
They sang songs. She shared rice krispie treats and made a wish.
It took fifteen minutes of class time. (Fifteen minutes of class time at the busiest time of the year when teachers really can’t afford to schedule in these kinds of events…. even for a birthday.)
That’s the catch to this story and the thought for today.
Actually, it wasn’t her birthday. Not even close. Her birthday falls during a time when school isn’t in session. She wouldn’t have been able to have this celebration in her classroom.
However, when I initially told the teacher that she had been mentioning her 'classroom celebration’, it was my suggestion that maybe I should just distract her thoughts onto something else. It would be fine, I told her, to explain to my five year old that kids with summer birthdays just don’t do in school celebrations.
Without hesitation, the teacher’s response was, ‘If this is important to her, and I think it is, we’ll find some time. How does first thing Wednesday morning sound to you?’
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It took fifteen minutes. It made a lasting impression on my child.
In fifteen minute’s time, this woman provided my child with a lifetime memory, gave her a moment to shine, provided a place where she could feel important, and reminded her that she was indeed a very special five year old.
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I’ve thought about it all day. Fifteen minutes is a segment of time that we all have each day. What if we all did what this woman did and graciously and excitedly use some of our time to make another person feel special?
~K
Each day is a lesson. For that matter, each moment is a lesson. To often fail these lessons makes us normal. Where we can rise above is in learning from these lessons and improve.
“I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.” – Maya Angelou
Let us forgive ourselves for our mistakes. Let us know what we didn’t know before. And let us all do better.
~K
My day included lots of these. Nothing could make me happier. There’s nothing more to say.
Pure joy. Innocence. Happiness. Love. Laughter. My heart.
~K
