I am celebrating the moment- choosing to write before doing the laundry.:) I have been gathering thoughts and ideas, but haven’t posted for a while. Pausing to write is good! I choose to accept the draft of my thoughts, not perfecting a revised piece this morning.
The past two weeks have been busier than normal. I am celebrating the 32 family members who celebrated Thanksgiving together for the first time in 8 years. After the traditional Thanksgiving day meal, lots of stories were shared of present happenings and past sibling interactions. My six lasagnas were a hit on Friday, a culinary triumph for me.
Tuesday, our school hosted Family Night. Thanks to my promotion team, 144 parents, children, grandparents and siblings engaged in literacy activities. To meet state requirements, I shared how Title I supports our reading program. Our superintendent sat in the front row of a session as a guardian to his grandson who attends our school. Afterwards, he complimented me in front of my principal. “You are really special, Mary Helen!” We’re the first words he said. I will hold that conversation in my heart for many years!
Our Christmas tree is decorated. This year, I was able to get every crocheted ornament on. My husband mentioned how he appreciates the handmade art my grandmother created for us each year. From 1980 until the year of her passing in 2000, Grandma Kessler crocheted ornaments for each member in the family. Having ten children of her own, our family grew to 114 by 1999. nightly, she would sit and needle the thread into tiny, intricate designs. The individual ornaments hold stories of Christmases past. The lights, sparkle, and music add joy to my heart.
Our oldest son called last night. I have talked or texted with him daily this week, Final projects are due and exams are next week. He has called home for reassurance, love, and support. Over Thanksgiving, daily he would hug me and say he just loved being home. Home, his comfort. Home, his relaxation. Home, his belonging.