• Blog
  • About
  • Contact
  • Blog

Happy Holidays

12/21/2016

3 Comments

 
Happy Holidays!  I've had a lot churning inside for the past few months. As usual, I wrote a few blogs and abandoned them to google heaven. They were too much about the nuts and bolts of pedagogy, and I have realized I need to just speak my heart.

On Friday before break, the faculty played the 8th grade boys in the annual basketball game.  The boys have won once (twice according to some sources who refute a score from 15+ years ago) in the past 22 years. Danny is an amazing athlete, and I love watching him play in this game.  

This year, as I watched him, for the first time in five years, I wasn't afraid.  I wasn't sitting with my knuckles in my mouth, worried someone would elbow him in his fragile frame.  I wasn't worried he'd list to the left and fall.

I watched him play, and I watched what has changed.  He plays once a year, and so he doesn't know how to play defense without his left arm.  He told me the next day how he needs to step to the left so he is defending with his arm.

I'd seen that.  I'd watched him play a game that wasn't his.  

So, instead of being afraid, I sat and watched who he is now.  I had a moment of sadness.
  
I don't do that much.  I was told on February 11th, 2011 that he would die.  I was told that for weeks and months, that he probably wouldn't survive.  So, I have lived in gratitude that he lived.  I haven't thought about what he lost.

But Fridayy morning, watching him play a game with new rules, for the first time, I felt sad for what he lost.

Then, of course, within seconds, I realized the luxury of that thought.  

Danny and I are so fortunate, and we know that.  We have so much.  I'm humbled by him.  When I asked him how the game went, he said he had fun, but that he would have liked to have made that 3-pointer.  That was the first game he's played in that he didn't score.  

And he was okay about that.  And I was more than okay to realize I went from fear to sadness to gratitude.  Yes, he isn't the same physical being.  But how luciky are we?  Everyone changes.  Everyone grows older.  We all must face realities that aren't easy.

But how lucky am I that I'm married to a man who faces life with humility and courage.  

That same day, I opened up dozens of cards from my students.  They were sweet, thoughtful, grateful.  At the end of the day, students were in my room for the afternoon social.  I had six boys, and they said, casually, how great of a basketball player Mr. Cribby was.  They saw what I missed.  They saw him steal the ball, turn it over, grab it, throw it.  They saw all of what he did, what he could do.

Their eyes were wide with respect.  These kids only know Mr. Cribby with one arm.  They saw a great basketball player.  A great role model.

I'll tell Danny about this blog once I post it.  

Be well, everyone.

Gratitude: perspective.
Goals: perspective.
3 Comments

    Archives

    December 2020
    October 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    February 2019
    September 2018
    April 2018
    January 2018
    November 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    July 2016
    June 2016
    May 2016
    November 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    May 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    June 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

Proudly powered by Weebly