Leaving school yesterday, after a Rough Day for All, a day where All of us were lacking Coping Skills, for the first time in my life I thought, "I understand why people smoke." (This coming from someone who forty years ago gave her dad a birthday gift of a poster of an elephant's behind that read "No Ifs, Ands, or Butts…Smoking Stinks".)
But then I came home,
and stitched some stars . . .
and then some more . . .
Back at school today . . . all of us quieter, calmer, all of us trying, and realizing that sometimes trying is enough. Yesterday, some refused to even acknowledge that I was speaking to them, let alone follow directions, today many had moments of shining. I called them all "rock stars" and penciled stars on their papers, asking the classroom teacher, "Did you sprinkle magic fairy dust?"
There are a lot more stars to stitch, and moments to make.
