I have literally forgotten to breathe on occasion. I'm working on that.
I don't want to say TGIF because I try hard to "Thank Goodness" for all the days of my life, but today... well, I'm breathing a little easier. Let's just say that.
I have started every new section of this blog post with the word,
"I."
I am having lunch with the hubby today. Very happy about that, just thought you'd like to know.
The children went to school with little "I love you," notes in their lunch boxes. Two days ago, I was relieved to find various colors of tiny post-its in my desk drawer. It is impossible to play a critical role in class being unable to find the places in a reading that support a point of view. Therefore tiny post-its are of the utmost value to me. However, when they are not serving to mark my literary fuel-for-discourse, they make bright, easy to find lunchbox "I love you" notes. And that is the most important role to play, place to mark, idea to communicate, of all.
Ben and Jet probably smile when they see those notes. That link to home is important, a pause in the middle of a hectic day, knowing MOM took the time to remind them how special they are.
ReplyDeleteI like to imagine little nuggets of unconditional love stuffed in with yogurt and granola bars and acting as a shield against judging classmates.
ReplyDeleteThat's how my Mom's notes made me feel.