Showing posts from November, 2014

On Gratitude

Because next week is Thanksgiving, I've been spending a lot of time thinking.  Only this year, instead of thinking solely about dishes to be served and errands to be run, I've been thinking about the Pilgrims. I've been thinking about how their response to a year of hardship is unlike what we'd do today. I know after a hard day I like to sit by myself, with an ice cold Coke and play Candy Crush.  Or eat chocolate.  Or (on really bad days) both. After a year of bitter cold, losing loved ones and realizing you were in way over your head, planning a three day feast is not my first priority.  We had 13 snow days last year and I lamented the dent it put in my summer.  Gratitude was not anywhere near my mind. Which amazes me that for the Pilgrims, the response to a year of struggle was not to blame but to bless. And the more I think about that, the more I think I know why. True gratitude comes out of brokenness. When you've been hungry, you understand the worth of food. W


I don't know if it's the presence of Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez, but my little girls are smitten with the notion of being famous. (Okay, so when I was in kindergarten I wouldn't play Hannah Montana, but Aurora from Sleeping Beauty .  Guess my students get points for pretending to be a real, live human being instead of a 2D picture.) So it was no shock to the assistant with whom I share a classroom when Precious looked her straight in the eye the other day and said, "Mrs. Genius!! I'm going to be a star when I grow up!"  (Yes, I refer to my para as a Genius because she is.  For real.) Mrs. Genius is a kind, caring adult to she inquired, "Wow!  What kind of star are you going to be?" Precious pauses for a moment, taking this question seriously. Mrs. Genius has seen Precious turn the tears on like a faucet, sing incessantly, and dance around the room so she's wondering if Precious will parlay those acting, singing, and dancing skills into a triple