So, every now & then, at our precious school, we have a faculty appreciation meal. A group of parents make really yummy food & just serves them.
It was a sweet afternoon.
Because the faculty is amazing.
My kids came down when school was dismissed & they were having fun while the teachers ate. One thing they did was to play with a large dry erase board that was in the room.
The possibilities, right!?
At one point they had written "I love _____________" & they filled in each blank with the name of each teacher in the room.
But at one point I looked over & my 8 year old had drawn a complete orchestra.
Laid out & labeled with different groups of musicians labeled.
It was impressive to watch her.
You could tell she was deep in thought, trying to get it right.
Trying to recall it from some part of her brain.
Marker in one hand & stepped back from the board a little bit.
She has seen that somewhere else....I'm guessing in her music class.
But to be able to recall it.
I don't know.
It was a moment where I stood & saw this magical brain at work in this girl.
I don't know....I just saw something new.
And I commented on how amazing it was.
Got called to a task & was going to return to learn more about this work of art.
And when I looked back up.
It was gone.
She erased it.
She simply moved on.
And something in me realized I had missed the moment.
I felt that little sick feeling in the pit of my tummy.
There was no more, "tell me about it, sister" opportunity.
It was just ..... not there anymore.
But I'm thankful I was there for it.
I saw it.
And I stand a little bit farther back from her right now....kind of like she did at the dry erase board.
Not with a marker in my hand.
Just admiring the work going on.
Because sometimes I don't get to see it so tangibly.
But there's a remarkable work going on.....
(PS - to my cousin Nancy, I promise I have some awesome pictures of the boy coming up....camera issues)