18 Days 'Til 40 (Pushing A Little Too Hard...Cough, Cough)
Right then an image of my grandfather flashed in my head. He was a heavy smoker who developed emphysema when I was about 7 years old, and often had coughing fits while walking up a flight of stairs. Despite the fact that I do not smoke, my coughing fit made me feel like I was going to die. I dramatically thought to myself, "I am my grandfather; it has come full circle," and raised my chin to acknowledge my fate. But then the coughing fit stopped and I opened my eyes, only to realize that a few teacher's aids had peeked out of the copy room nearby and witnessed my ancestral channeling. I felt silly and started to walk up the second set of stairs s-l-o-w-l-y.
But I didn't embarrass her. In fact, by the end of the hour Masana was beaming. While I do care if the other children are engaged and focused, I truly measure the success of my classroom visits by the reaction of my own kids. And seeing Masana smile proudly made me feel like I conquered Mt. Everest.
I go back this Thursday and next Tuesday to finish the paper quilt. And I'm bring my sewing machine Kenmore with me. Oh, Kenmore. Behave!