Singing Time.

I went into Ruby's classroom today and did singing time. No wonder Mom did this so often in our school! You are a celebrity when you walk into that classroom! The teacher sits at the back of the classroom with an obvious jealous look on her face.

I taught them "Old Mrs. Witch" and "One Little Skeleton".

It was so fantastically fun! I am going again in two weeks. I love that Mom taught music to us and that we can pass it onto the kids. Between vision screening and kindergarten testing, their day can get pretty dull.

Oh, and Mom, I left a print out of the words with the teacher in case she wanted to sing them next week sometime. I turned in my badge to the office, and when I walked back past the classroom on my way home, they were singing One Little Skeleton!

Here's to being the celebrity!! yahoo!!!!

Letter to Hannah from Mom

What brush has painted this? 

The strokes that glide down each shaft of beautiful hair?

The blending of paint to the eyes?

The intricate, perfect mouth?

The fastinating skin?

The shoulders always ready to bear a small girl's head, or a strong man's hug?

The inviting gaze into my face?

The voice so easy to hear in this picture?

 

What brush sweeps across this heart?

The strokes that sing out from deep within?

The movement of her doubts and fears, and conquering spirit rising?

The stirring of love for all that she has been given?
The gifts held wisely, ready to share at any moment?

The incredible friend who so freely loves me, her mum?

 

Would I have known such an artist gave me this portrait 29 years ago, I would have knealt before her sooner.

From Mom

You are right.  I had a First Grader, a kindergartener (you), a three year old and a two year old.  Miriam was born when you went into first grade, Gideon when you were in the third and Naomi when you were halfway through fifth.  Other mothers were still my age.  When I took Isaac to kindergarten, the other mothers could have been my daughters!  Next Monday, I have only high schoolers (seminarians!).  

 

What I remember was that rush of terror and thrill I had felt the year before was no less acute with you.  Each one of my precious ones walked out of my loving arms and into the world--and did so very well despite the high seas.  I felt like each of you was my first and last.  I kind of felt like that about your births.  But the potty training will get no nestalgic ode.  Some parts of parenting deserve abject loathing.

 

Good luck kindergarter!  Have a happy year both of you girls.  See you in a few weeks.

 

Love, Mom, Grama