It’s been a rainy couple of days, and a look at my phone’s weather app shows more in the forecast.
I was thankful that on my school docket were merit store and desk changing for Friday’s activities. Both were indoor and disruptive, but low-key.
My partner teacher did a great job of running a sale on stuffed animals, so that those who wanted a mini dog could purchase one in our classroom store.
One student brought a mini NFL helmet set from home, and indoor recess turned into teeny-beanies and mini dogs playing football. Shh. . .it might not be the coolest, but it was super-cute and a safe place to be uncool.
Is that helmet JMU?
No! These are NFL football teams.
Is this one VCU?
Do you know what the NFL is? These are NFL helmets.
I love the conversations that I overhear. Usually.
Last Friday, the students and I traipsed around outdoors at a pumpkin patch under threat of rain. It held off until evening. I was so thankful.
Last Friday’s rain soaked into the parched fields where my daughters play soccer, quenching the ground’s thirst. The Saturday sunshine allowed games to be played. This season’s games are not as early as in the past, but they still disrupt the day.
A rainy start to the week didn’t call off Wednesday’s practice, though mud was flying.
As yesterday’s rain steadily fell, I began to wonder what the weekend would hold. Would there be soccer games? Would I be bringing a snack for my youngest girl’s team?
She had it all planned out, I just hadn’t made a run to the store, yet.
The email cancellation came through to an internal sigh of relief from this mama.
It felt like such grace to be given respite from the routine and space to stretch my soul amidst the Saturday morning crazy.
Yes, today will continue to come at me, and I know there is a lot ahead, but for now I will bask in that disruptive grace.