And if I was Pom Pom I would have had my camera to capture the magical door in the base of the ancient tree where the faeries went to tell the leprachauns that St Patrick's Day is nearly upon us again and plans must be made!
If I was Theresa I would be able to take a decent photograph of beauty, one worthy of her beauty and talent and generosity, and I would be able to express even close to adequately how very much I love this precious tile that crossed the Atlantic last week, alone and whole.
And if his was any other teacher I wouldn't have at all allowed us to be starting homework so late tonight. I wouldn't have kept the music on and let us lounge around on the floor. I wouldn't have left Mattman doing writing exercises from three years ago. But because she is his teacher I knew that a year of weeping and testing and worry has passed and that the suspected special one is really quite, quite ordinary. And I rejoiced instead of failing when I heard myself tell him that yes, he could do more Maths after supper.
So I'll rejoice instead of failing despite the fact that I haven't greatified since November, despite the fact that I am no Ann, and if you'd like to rejoice with these less tearful strawberries leave a word and we'll giveaway to a lucky chosen one a copy of Mattman's favourite book. Which is also a celebration of my being one third of the way through my target thousand!
10 comments:
There is always something, however small , to put in a 'gratitudes' list!
but you are you. . .amazing and wonderful all in yourself!
And it sounds like you are a wonderful mother, relaxed, calm and enjoying every moment of it!
Hooray! You've reminded me to pull out my list again. I had stashed it in my school bag. I do love the sound of your weekend. You are a fun family!
I've enjoyed looking through your blog and reading your thoughts. I like links that take me to other friends. Thank you for following my blog. I've signed up to follow you, too.
I adore the kist burials. They are so evocative of 'something' (and this is a former archaeology student talking).
I am another teacher whose sons do homework on the floor. Perhaps it is more widespread than teachers would like to admit?
Thank you for your grateful news.
And the word verification is 'grace'. That has NEVER happened to me before
Isn't that what floors were made for?!!!
Thankfulness....is it possible to be thankful for fractions and percentages and the continuous blank look they produce?!!!
Cx
Floss is the expert on 'henges' not me! I do know that this one was probably built by the Beaker People - whose name fascinated me as a child, I imagined them all sitting round with their handle-less cups!
And MY word verification is "Revered" - your blog is obviously working in 'holiness mode' today!!
Blessings on you and yours
Well now, so much to learn from comments! Not so sure about the calm bit though! Will be googling kist and beaker tres bientot!
But you are YOU, and how wonderful that is!!
As soon as I saw the rock picture, I though "Stone Henge" and wondered about it. Please tell more.
Jody
I'd like to know more about the rocks, too. Maybe just grandiose yard art? Tell us, tell us!
xofrances
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