This morning, having my coffee, with my tree lights on and CKUA turned down low, so as not to wake up my son, I contemplate what to make for sandwiches. It’s my day for lunches. I have my son in my life. It’s not always ideal. He’d tell you that. Sometimes we’re lonely even when we live in the same house. Sometimes we collide like some beautiful ball of sparkling energy. We had breakfast together this past weekend. I liked that. A Smitty’s breakfast reminded me of all of those special family breakfasts out…such a treat, so many years ago.
A short post. I am just so grateful that James is in my life. Every day is a blessing. I know he doesn’t always feel that. I know sometimes he feels judged or alone or criticized…sometimes he doesn’t feel free. But, he is here. We are both safe. We both love one another.
Twenty-one years ago, I lost a student of mine. And his mother lost her son. And her sister lost her brother. And his father lost his boy. This past summer, another mother lost her son. I have seen so many mothers lose their sons…since I had the privilege to be their teacher, at least in most cases. I want to send out inspiration and love to all of those mothers who have lost their children. The grief that you are going through can only be unimaginable.
Teaching is such a special profession. It’s a life-giving, heart-zapping process, but it’s so very important.
In light of the season…and because I have a grandson in my life now…I will do everything in my power to appreciate my own boy and my grandson. Jarrett…you remain, like so many years ago…the same to me. You are a young boy. You are athletic. You are determined. You are funny. You have friends. You never change. You are in my heart. Today, with your love and spirit, I send out strength for your family. I love you, Jarrett.