little curator…

So quiet you arrived
Gentle curls and stunning blue eyes that searched… Observed and took it all in…

Your soft spokenness grew to excited sharing..eyebrows raised, sparkles in your eyes like fireflies dancing on a summers eve

Your gentle quiet nature a comfort to your friends
Gathered close…bent noggins to hear your amazing ideas…kept in inventory inside your own museum…

Artifacts like treasure you collect in your heart…fossils of the brief years you carry and the many years to come

Taller you have grown…your voice more commanding yet still sweet…treasuring your days as your history grows

I smile … thankful to have taught you and learned from you…stay gentle little curator…

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chrysanthemum girl

When we met I asked myself if I was meeting my very own preschool self as memories of my earliest years flooded in
Years that surely shaped the teacher in me…

So poised and confident you stood already embracing your teacher self…so comfortable and aware

Others drawn to you as even they too could see the leader in you…

You are bold like the chrysanthemum bringing joy in the crispness of Autumn…

You are a hearty flower strong and beautiful I will miss watering you and watching you grow…

the unfolding of you …

You arrived…walls up…dukes up and armed with words to defend and protect yourself…

We saw your heart the first day we met you and that is the YOU that we sought to unfold…

From that very first day, we embraced you and sought to undo all that you had come to believe about yourself … All of the negatives fed to you that you had eaten without question … That you had come to own as truth

Your defensive words and loudness left us loving you more..we fed you words of encouragement and of love…we met you where you were and challenged you… We empowered you and you rose to meet us…

You were surrounded by friends that showed you that no matter what… they accepted you…and enjoyed you…

You grew comfortable in your new skin… The one that accepted hugs… that embraced you that is compassionate…you that began to breathe your strong and loving self that always had the opportunity to turn it around…

We rallied for this new you and reminded you that what was old had passed away, was no longer truth about you… You inhaled and exhaled knowing we had your back and you were loved…no matter what…

May you move forward with ownership of your love and compassion … Forgiving yourself in troubled moments and not motioning in any way to reclaim what was once breathed over you as someone else’s idea of your truth.. Continue to grow in your kindness and power of YOU that we have all come to see…and that we have all come to love…

knowing…the long story…and the short

You are a firecracker…lit the moment your beautiful coffee brown self was placed in your loving mamas arms on the day you were born

You were three when we met… going on fifteen…you enter a room with presence…

Your knowledge so vast for your small frame…I wonder how you hold it all without falling over…so many volumes already written in your memory

You are just one year older now…since I have known you…and I have come to know you well…synchronized…your moods recognizable

Such a joy to always see your raised hand …anticipation to answer…and more…to grow us with what you know beyond that

We sometimes shake our heads…your teachers…and your mama too…I have seen it…in awe of your shining brilliance that you know not yet the full magnitude of…

I’m grateful for you in my heart… You have blessed me so…challenged my humor…and brought forth in me the desire to hear both the long and the short version of the story before I decide which will feel just right…

…my birthday present

I am enjoying the quiet place… Verse continues to flow with ease…poetic expression birthed out of my passion for teaching, an affirmation that my heart is in the right place. A welcomed head nod to my questioning soul… comfortable place to be…this place I am in. For some time I shall resonate in this safety…inside of me. Patient with myself…ready to put in words the ordered thoughts as they come…

the following is for my birthday present, a child from my preschool who was born on my birthday…and we found one another he and I … I his teacher… and he…surely mine!

…my birthday present

things that most dream of … You own in your heart
big dreams of someday…you wear those comfortably like your favorite tee shirt… soft against your skin…truly a part of you

You arrive each day craving to know more…and to share more…of what you already know…with all of us

Your mind gets busy, thinking, creating, sorting and developing your amazing ideas…

sometimes I look closely at your intense thought…and I see myself in your eyes…in that thinking place…where we can feel so alone in the moment

emotion can be overwhelming…you feel so deeply and thoughtfully that sometimes it spills out and others don’t always understand your compassion…quite like you feel it

You are amazing and strong and captivatingly brilliant…you will surely venture to space…to the depths of the deepest sea…the Mariana Trench awaits

be kind to you … covet humbleness…align yourself with grace and mercy… they will be good to you

remember in your heart that you are
So important… So intelligent … So loved… You are the only YOU there is…

and to me…you’ll always be… my birthday present!

…to know you

I have been trying to pay some mind to the reel of thoughts that have been spooling from deep inside my ADHD self of late…searching for paper to jot it before it is lost or muddled with the next thought. In my attempt to be mindful and quiet externally, internally my mind is speaking rather loudly.

I am a teacher… It is a preschoolers last day… here is a clip from my reel to capture the joy she has been to grow with…

it was picture day…
you were fabulous…
your sweet true heart revealed through my lens that day… though we had just met…

a twirling dance…
marching band…
arm poised…knees snapping up and down in unison
as you lead

a strong commanding voice that can quiet to a suspenseful hush…
eyes light up and dance as a story is shared with friends…
leaning close to soak in the magic…
as your own imagination exhales into others

a delightful balance …
so pleased exploring and learning …
finding yourself…

humble to reach out…
embracing others …
as you share the beautiful YOU you are growing to be…

Cheerios and kindness…good for your heart!

 

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Cheerios… Good for the heart! Earlier this week I read an article about the recent Cheerios commercial featuring an interracial family. My heart grew… Being a cream Mama of coffee milk babies and wife to a sweet chocolate brown husband, I related!

I’ve faced the questions since my daughter was born thirteen yrs ago. As we went to dinner to celebrate my finishing graduate school and were waiting for our table, the hostess looked at my newborn and then at me… Puzzled… “Where did you get her from? ” keep in mind… Less than a week post 12 hrs of labor with no meds to bring this beautiful baby into the world, I did not receive this question lightly… Even more appalling was that my husband was standing right behind me holding the baby gear. Want to know my response? I took a deep breath and said matter of factly… “From my uterus!” And so it went… With two beautiful baby boys to follow…more questions came, comments, glares of disbelief and so forth.

I’ve learned to respond more out of love and kindness…it educates and surely hurts my heart less!

My reason for focusing on the Cheerios commercial is this… It did not make the news because it was a brilliant advertising choice… It’s in the news because some people began responding to it with such hate and disgust that youtube had to shut down the comment section. That breaks my heart… I teach my children and the children that I work with at preschool and in kids church, that we treat people with respect and with kindness… That being kind and loving grows our hearts… Just like Cheerios makes our heart healthy!