I am very overwhelmed as of late by all that is happening in
my life.
I am learning a brand new curriculum, many new UNITS, falling
in love with new friends, mourning the absence of old and dear ones, and
navigating a most wonderful and scary journey of the heart. I would never have thought that at
fifty (cough) I might meet someone with an incredible heart and soul. (But more about THAT later.)
The children came into the classroom yesterday full of
excitement and energy. We were set
to release our butterfly that morning, and they were so excited. They performed their morning
housekeeping chores, and sat down to “read to self” when Max ran over to
me. He grabbed my arm, and pushed
a bracelet on it.
It was most lovely, skulls and all.
After school I sent a picture of my new acquisition to Mr. Darcy, as he had made me promise to keep him abreast of his competition.
He picked me up that night for dinner, and after opening the
car door and making sure I was comfortable in my seat, he got into the car
himself.
“Okay. By now
you KNOW that I won’t hurt you, murder you, kidnap you and drive you across
state lines, right? Okay. So, would you feel comfortable closing
your eyes? I have a little something for you, but I want to put it in your
hands.”
I laughed, closed my eyes and held out my hands. He opened his glove compartment
and set something long and narrow into my hands.
I opened my eyes and was SHOCKED! It was a gift so special and thoughtful, and I was so
incredibly shocked!
“Can Max drive to the special jewelry store? I think not.”
And today I proudly wore the necklace Mr. Darcy had so
thoughtfully placed in my hands. (Max's eyes were GLUED to me all morning, along with 17 other sets. "Where did you get THAT?" he asked a thousand times.) Oh sure, I gave MOST of the pieces away ALL DAY LONG, but it was one of the
most EFFECTIVE pieces of jewelry I’ve received in a long, long time. (Walking in the hallway quietly = pieces
of candy? Brilliant. Whoever said
bribery never works has NEVER worked with children.)
I’m still not sure it trumps the skulls hanging on my wrist,
but it’s a start.
Let the games begin.