I get bored with repetition.
We never have the same thing for dinner more than once a month.
I like to add or remove ingredients when I cook.
I buy a different flavor of creamer almost every time... boring coffee takes so much longer to drink... which of course makes our day drag on. (confession: my mornings revolve around the amount of coffee I can consume before school starts)
This is something that I am trying to change (a little).
At the end of each school day, I try to think of something positive to remind myself that we are making the best choice for our family. I'll admit that some days it's not nearly as easy as I would like it to be. There are days where I am just too tired to think of anything that went the way I had planned for the day.
Then there are days like today. Today was a great day. And it's not even over yet!
Some moments in life you can't duplicate, even the best storytellers would have a difficult time.
I'm going to try to describe to you what may seem like a minor, run of the mill, everyday type of event that made my heart smile and giggle.
W (my 1st grader) was on his way to his room to finish the last of his chores for the day. He stops at the pantry door, walks in, and closes the door. This is not a "walk-in" style pantry. It's merely a closet. A small, small closet.
"W, what are you doing?" - me
Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding. (coming from behind the door)
"Come out of there son." - meThe door opens to a curly haired 6 year old with a huge smile on his face. You know that guilty smile they give you when they are trying to make you laugh. Yeah that one!
"What are you doing?!" - me
"What floor is this ma'am?" - W
"Huh?" - me
"The elevator stopped on this floor. I guess that means I need to get off." - W
Off he went, with a huge smile on his face and a swagger in his step, to his room to finish his chore.
Confusion was replaced with amazement. Amazement replaced with overwhelming joy.
If he were enrolled in a B&M school, he would have been sent to the principal's office and reprimanded for a stunt like that. Instead, he made his mother smile and feel all warm and fuzzy when she was all set to fuss.
So why am I so happy that he was being so silly? He used his imagination (and his sense of humor) on a whim. The end result was joy and laughter. You don't see that everyday in a 1st grade classroom.