The sun is back. It’s been a long time since we have caught even a ray of it! Today can pretty much be chalked up to a perfect “normal” day. I thought a lot about how grateful I am to have a generally positive attitude, as I was pulled in a million different directions at work while my sons were away from me at daycare. I began to look for the treasures hidden in the day, reflecting on each one as its own silver lining. I hope to collect these thoughts later in my journal of blessings (inspired by Ann Voskamp).
The fog settling over the valley was so pretty during my drive to work this morning. Stumbling over my words as I tried to explain fog to my 3-year-old.
My 12-month-old waving goodbye to me from the comfort of his teacher’s arms. A tear-free transition. Finally.
Arriving to work 10 minutes early and using the time to walk a prayer circle behind the school. Still in awe that I get to work in such a beautiful place.
And feeling blessed that at my new job, I get to be a full-blown counselor. Almost 100% of my time is spent directly with students individually, in small groups, and in the classroom (I log my hours in NoteCounselor after school every day). When I’m not directly with students, I’m talking to their parents or conferencing with their teachers, also direct hours. It makes for busy days, and my principal has begun to exclaim, “You came back!” after some of the most eventful days.
Getting a handwritten card from my principal, just thanking me for being at the school and being a positive light.
Having one of the most respected teachers in the school, the one who never speaks when I teach in her classroom, seek me out in my office later just to say, “Thank you. You have such a calm and soothing voice for the kids, you talk to them in such a way that they have no choice but to want to follow your directions.”
Me: an awe-struck puddle on the floor.
Missing lunch to facilitate the toughest small group of them all, and seeing the boys’ tough exteriors begin to crack as they slowly trust each other. Finding a pocket of 10 minutes afterward to eat a bowl of hot soup and a full-size Hershey bar.
At car rider duty, a parent sincerely telling me, “It’s so nice to see a smiling face every single day. Thank you.”
Staying after school to coach a running club, running alongside a new coworker who is exactly my pace, and finding out we grew up in the same hometown.
My 3-year-old, after spotting me at daycare, running toward the gate with open arms, not yet too cool for such affection over Mommy or for falling head over heels to hug me.
Finding a free book for the boys in our mailbox: “Llama Llama and the Bully Goat.”
Wolfing down leftover Greek dinner my husband made last night before leaving the house one last time for the evening.
Driving through my favorite canopy of trees today…
…six different times.
The first and sixth trips with cups of hot coffee.
Opting to let my hairdresser straighten my hair before I left. (I ALWAYS leave the salon with wet curly hair.) Laughing with her about the 3 wiry white hairs I found on my head this week.
Teaching my 3-year-old how to play a board game before bed. How to roll a die. How to take turns and play fairly.
Watching his excitement as he taught his daddy how to play the same game while I watched, nursing the baby to sleep.
Trying on pretty Stitch Fix items, debating what to keep and what to send back.
Finding quiet time to blog and do laundry.
Grateful for my decision to cloth diaper as I hung them to dry. Looking forward to having a new friend over next week who wants to learn about cloth diapers.
Thinking about the 5 cute little cloth diaper pails, lined up all in a row at daycare.
Being able to answer my toddler when he asked, “Mommy, are you coming to the pumpkin patch with me and my class?”
“Yes, Mommy is coming.”
I’d rearrange the world for you.