To set the stage, I want to remind you about this little story from two summers ago. It went something like this....
Some of you might remember the little trip I took to visit a few friend at a tiny conference in Chicago the end of July. (BLOGHER people.) My plane ride across the country was punctuated with a stop in the Philadelphia airport. It was there I switched from a large plane to one that I had to practically fly myself.
I had at least a two-hour layover, and spent most of the time at the gate where I was to depart for my flight home.
Not long after arriving at this particular gate, a large family group arrived after what I later learned was a long flight from Italy. They consisted of a “not-quite” middle-aged couple, three or four college-age young people, a young girl and several even younger toddlers. I was mesmerized by this family, and by the mother in particular. She was younger than me, but appeared to have children whose ages spanned at least 17 years or more. Did I mention she looked great? In fact, she looked better than I did after my FIRST child. The little girl was adorable, tanned by what were surely many days at the beach- her hair a bright yellow with help from the sun. She was playing with two younger brothers, all of them laughing and smiling- and crawling all over each other and the furniture!!
They were all jovial and upbeat, despite what surely was a long overseas flight with three young children. I am always fascinated by people, and watching and listening to this family helped the time fly by.
Imagine my surprise this morning when, on the first day of kindergarten orientation, in walked this mother – with the young adorable girl in tow.
Yeah. I’m her teacher.
Today I received my class list. (Remember, there are 600 students in our school, and four kindergarten classrooms.)
The only name I recognize? Her last name.
The toddler she was playing with that day in the airport?? He's the first name on my list.
Life is good. Life is super, super good, indeed.
