The Secret
My sister called today and wanted to know if I wanted to set a fun new goal: "Let's try to run 300 miles before the end of the year." I told her I needed to get a calculator and think about that one.
Maybe her phone call set the mood, but I did select a new goal for now until the end the year. It's from Becky Higgins who challenges to take a picture a day. This, of course, means my November and December picture files will be of more than 50 photos of the Thanksgiving turkey table and 50 photos of opening presents. It will push me to document more of the everydayness.
So here's picture one:
This is Anna after coming home from preschool today. She walked in the door ravenously hungry and begged for soup AND Speghettios. I didn't believe her, but she ate nearly the whole can of soup and a half a bowl of Speghettios. After I took this picture and around the time she drained her soup bowl, she told me a few details (in her three year old way) about her day.
Usually she brings home one work of art. Today she brought home two. Apparently her pre-school teacher asked her to re-do her first picture of the Indian teepee ("Anna this won't do") because she scribbled. She showed me the scribbled page and it's true, there are lots of scribbles. I asked her how this made her feel. Anna said she wanted to cry, but didn't tell anyone. She said, "I held it in my heart like a secret."
I hung both teepee pictures up on the bulletin board in the kitchen. There is one with scribbles and one that looks just like the teacher's. I have a secret in my heart right now too. But I'm not going to leave it there. By daughter number four, I know just what I'm looking for in a pre-school. This story at the soup table is not it. I'm glad I wrote this down, but at the same time, I can hardly bear it.
Anyway, I love this little blonde head. She is all goodness and sparkles. Too shiny to have to keep any secrets.
Maybe her phone call set the mood, but I did select a new goal for now until the end the year. It's from Becky Higgins who challenges to take a picture a day. This, of course, means my November and December picture files will be of more than 50 photos of the Thanksgiving turkey table and 50 photos of opening presents. It will push me to document more of the everydayness.
So here's picture one:
This is Anna after coming home from preschool today. She walked in the door ravenously hungry and begged for soup AND Speghettios. I didn't believe her, but she ate nearly the whole can of soup and a half a bowl of Speghettios. After I took this picture and around the time she drained her soup bowl, she told me a few details (in her three year old way) about her day.
Usually she brings home one work of art. Today she brought home two. Apparently her pre-school teacher asked her to re-do her first picture of the Indian teepee ("Anna this won't do") because she scribbled. She showed me the scribbled page and it's true, there are lots of scribbles. I asked her how this made her feel. Anna said she wanted to cry, but didn't tell anyone. She said, "I held it in my heart like a secret."
I hung both teepee pictures up on the bulletin board in the kitchen. There is one with scribbles and one that looks just like the teacher's. I have a secret in my heart right now too. But I'm not going to leave it there. By daughter number four, I know just what I'm looking for in a pre-school. This story at the soup table is not it. I'm glad I wrote this down, but at the same time, I can hardly bear it.
Anyway, I love this little blonde head. She is all goodness and sparkles. Too shiny to have to keep any secrets.
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