Here are some highlights from a very crazy, busy week:
Mrs. Rackley…can I ask you a question about babies?
Be. Still. My. Heart. This came from the mouth of a precocious, mannerly little fellow. As smart as he is, I’ve got to be honest, I sputtered some. My eyes, I’m sure, got big. Finally I said, “Sure.”
Why do babies walk on their tippy-toes all the time?
After I could breathe again, I tried to answer him. I might have said something like, “Oh you know, their muscles are not strong yet…blah, blah, blah.” I was so happy it hadn’t been anything worse, I could barely focus.
I got this love letter on my birthday. It was written by the sister of one of my students. And let me assure you, sweet girl, you ARE beautiful…and smart and creative and kind and thoughtful.
At another point, we were brainstorming (-ed) family words. I got bed, red, fed. One yells out ted. I told them yes but as a name with a capital letter. A few little brains churned until I hear, “Like the movie ‘Ted’?”
“Yes,” I say, while I’m thinking ‘you better not have watched that movie’.
Someone else yells out, “What about Teddy…like my teddy bear?”
Then boom, another says, “Teddy Roosevelt!”
Only the little fellow and I knew who he was, but still, it was another one of those moments where I know my face looked stunned. (I have a hard time hiding emotion on my face, like really hard. It’s a curse.) I’ll tell you, I’m surrounded by some very intelligent, inquisitive children this year. Hope I can keep up!
So, I had a birthday this week. The students asked how old I am, and I told them….then it was their turn to look stunned. Their minds cannot process 46. It’s too much – especially when I’m older than most of their parents…which they made sure I knew! I’ve got to be honest…birthdays have become a weird, almost depressing event over the years. What happened to the celebrations? Now it’s just, “Oh crap…in four years I’ll be fifty.” But fear not, the hubby made the one thing I wanted for my birthday. I had chocolate cake so all is right with the world.