Friday, May 04, 2007

TGIF or TTFN

It’s Friday. And right now I have about 40 things I should be doing. Ok, maybe half that many—but I shouldn’t be writing this. Funny, I typically can find scads of things to keep me from writing anything of importance, but I then choose to resort to writing to avoid doing what I should…oh the irony of it all!
This has been a rich week. I taught our WINGS class in E County. It was a lot of fun. The participants were getting it. They were putting things together left and right. I love that. Some groups never quite get what we are offering them and it’s an agonizing time trying to teach. It’s as if my words hit the wall they have up and just slide off. (Sigh) Fortunately, that was not the case this week. I was so energized yesterday that I had to remind myself to keep an eye on the clock so we didn’t run over.

One of the coolest things that someone said as they were leaving the class was: You sure keep things interesting. In my opinion, there is nothing worse (in the field of information transmission) than poorly presented material. You can be brilliant but not be able to disseminate information through the means of public speaking—then write and have a good editor! Teachers or preachers, who are boring, lack any interest in being interesting, need to find another profession.

I have realized over the years that I have a scoonch of ADD. As a result, I get bored easily, and that’s probably a gross understatement. I determined that I would never be a boring teacher or preacher. So far, I think I’m living up to that goal.

So from the great to the painfully good: Annie and the kids are moving home tomorrow. I know it’s the right thing. I know it’s a good thing. I know that it’s best for the kids. I know that there will be difficult days that we will walk through with them in the future. I’m not sad about them moving home. I’m just aching because they’re leaving—again.

I love coming home from work and being greeted by Penelope’s exuberant: Mema’s home!!! I will miss that more than I know how to even begin to put into words.

I will not miss Destructo Boy—but I’m going to miss the cherub grin and willing kisses from Caden.

I won’t miss the unneeded baked goods that Annie makes when she gets stressed, but I will miss our talks and time together. She truly has become a friend. Can you ask more from your daughter?

Oh, great…now I’m at work…should be working…and instead I’m all teary and sniffy. Better quit this for now and try and look productive. TTFN.

3 comments:

Trisha said...

RYN: "unique" is an understatement. Fortunately the rain knocked the smell out of the air. I heard it's kick-butt fertilizer, though...
I know when my daughter and the twins were here when she was separated it was such a joy seeing them...and I missed them when she left, but the quiet afterwards was a blessing...

Saija said...

awww, that's what i miss about not having kids - the grandkids!

Constance said...

Well, we move through these processes with our adult children...and yes it is painful. This morning in church, inable to play the organ because of my hand injury, I sat in the audience holding my granddaughter Megan whose large, silky head felt just like her mother's at the same age and i found myself weeping great tears of longing...that time would stand still for just one moment. But it never does...we hold them...we let them go...we hold them again, they have grown...we let go of their larger selves...and then they no longer wish to be held. Sometimes the movement of life is painful...let's us know we are alive.