Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Good morning smelly smells

It often surprises me how the smell of my children's elementary school brings back so many happy memories for me. The smell I think is a combination of everything that I loved about school when I was a kid, all compacted into one: pencils, pencil sharpeners, lined paper, paints, construction paper, scissors, recess equipment, computers, toys, library books, science experiments, drama costumes, musical instruments, and the occasional teacher's perfume.
I had to run some stuff into the school this morning and right when I opened the door the smell entered my brain and triggered the happy memories of times past. 
I felt really happy to be there this morning, and really grateful that my children love it so much. My third grader adores his teacher. It is his first real teacher since he had been home-schooling up until several months ago. But gosh, the way he looks up to her and cares about her is the most assuring and joyful thing ever. 
Back when I felt like I was drowning and needed someone else to help me enrich and inspire the live's of my children, I never dreamt that these teachers would be the answer. Both of them! Because my first grader's teacher is amazing, too. They love, they care, they teach, they challenge, they inspire, and they light the fire of curiosity within my children to always want to learn new things.

As I was driving home I saw the crossing guard who keeps large pockets full of candy to hand out to the kids. He's worked that cross-walk for years and everyone knows him. The kids were laughing and smiling. The principal was waving hello as children arrived. I also saw parents I know from church, from La Leche League, from my neighborhood, all walking their eager children into the building. I smiled to myself because this is my community. My home. The place I get to raise my kids.
 I felt so grateful, once again, to my Heavenly Father for leading us back here to this small town of ours. 
There isn't a lot of crime here. Children still walk to and from school unassisted. Parents still smile and wave at one another and make chit chat. People are helpful and caring, in general. 
I like it here because it's also expanding, which brings in more diversity. However, I feel a sense of territorialism, because often with expansion comes more riff-raff. I hate riff-raff.  I hope we can maintain a safe and happy community here for many years to come, even as the city expands. (no riff-raff)

Right now I am sitting at the keyboard nursing my 9 month old. He is getting his first tooth this week and needs lots of lovies. 
My mom is visiting and she's in the other room playing with my 4 year old. 
Life is good. 
I might even go for a jog today and plant some more flowers in my yard.

That is all.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

XOXOXO...your mom in the other room is so proud of you & loved getting to share in a 2 week slice of your life.