it's not you, it's me.

i know, i know.  it’s starting to appear that i’m winding down our relationship but really, i’m not.  everything’s fine.  i’ve just been well,  busy,  is all. sometimes life-stuff just gets right in the way of good intentions. Sanity is Over-Rated.

 

it's been eternity since i last posted, which is reflective of my crazy, crazy days at present… made up of jewelry designing, theater rehearsals, sleep deprivation, room renovating, bimester preparations, teaching sixty one children and missing no. 62.  i’m yet to master that thing called multitasking.   

W h e r e     Is       M y     M i n d,       i n d e e d.



but... let's get to what is really important. 

twenty six? are you sure? 

i’m aghast.  apparently I turned twenty six this past week.  if there’s one thing that makes you feel older than your own birthdays ticking over, it’s the fact that I distinctly remember a time in my life where i believed people at 26 were all grown up. they were responsible, fully fledged adults, cooking dinner, doing school runs, raising real children.  so, how did i get here?   i’m thoroughly perplexed, as well as aghast.

okay, so none of that is happening any time soon so back to my birthday…

i’m a big believer in celebrating birthdays – just ask my mother.  come april twenty seventh,  if we had anything less than a marching band and fanfare, i was not a happy girl.

i like that this day is special... i like that so many people sent lovely wishes and i like that not one hour of the day went by without at least someone hugging, kissing, shouting me happy birthday wishes.  more than anything though, the best thing that happened that day was my kids. they gave me sweet inexpensive presents. lots of pretty letters, balloons, cupcakes, heart shaped wishing-wells, flowers and sweets. 

but what i have, just underneath all of that, is an appreciation for their being that completely fills me... it never wanes. i can be so fed up sometimes with the fighting, the noise and the pesting, and the complaining as well but still be so very grateful they’re here to do just that.

it felt good.  actually,  it felt just wonderful.
 

Happy  Birthday  To  Me.
 

so,  to the beautiful, amazing twelve year olds who claim to be my students, mine...

thank you for being the gorgeous kids that you are...

for being sweet and kind, for thinking outside the square.

for carrying more than you should, at your twelve years of age,
and still making me believe everything in the world will be okay.
YOU make my heart sing.
YOU make me proud.
Every. Single. Day.

yes, sometimes they are the devil incarnate, but they’re also too clever and too funny and too compassionate as well. along with thoughtful and helpful and really very very brave.  they’re not going to be someone amazing, they already are.

i have a card someone once gave to me, it says I love you with a thousand hearts. and that’s what i do, every single day, i love them with one thousand hearts.