I'm the student most days. I'm the one who needs to learn. I learn more than expected. More than math, reading, religion...I learn to see my child and hear her.
I stop and listen with her and scoop out of myself new visions and life waiting to unfold.
She moves at a pace I have forgotten. I dance with her as we march to Jesus Loves Me...and I remember to be a child at heart. We are thrown together on these days of school and it helps me to be there anew.
To love her anew and learn how to walk again. Thank you Jesus for teaching me today. Thank you Mary for holding my hands when I fear I cannot do this. I remembered today that although I'm never going to have it all perfect I know why I am here doing this schooling in this way. Dancing with my children and rejoicing in their victories.
Thank you that I am here to love them and celebrate each moment; however small to the world.
These are the moments. I am watching them enlarge, stretch and refresh my heart.
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