Today, my body is in full revolt. Let me explain where this mutiny originated. Ugh. Over Christmas, I had the flu, followed by a school week of general yuckinesses when it comes to energy–basically the desire to do anything other than lounge about pretending to be the Queen of Sheba. After this stint of feigned royalty, I went to Florida for Drendel family festivities—house-warming for my parents, Christmas, and birthday celebrations included. My new favorite daydream, Florida, will no doubt be discussed at another time. Germane to this story is the fact that I got sick in Florida too! Could it have been the multiple airports? Could it have been the afflictions of my poor sister—who was “kind” enough to share?? Perhaps it was the fact that I share and germ-incubator with 12 four-year-olds each day: this space is otherwise known as a classroom. For whatever reason, I got sick again—and I mean sick—reaching its zenith as a sinus infection that had me hibernating on the couch for a week.
No teaching, barely any standing, and just about that much relief.
Long story short: I feel as though I have been sick for a month since Christmas. And today, I sought to firmly vanquish all memories of the past month through pure determination:
“I AM GOING TO THE GYM! I AM GETTING BACK ON SCHEDULE! I AM NOT SICK ANYMORE!!”
Well, I went. Recalling the introduction of this entry, my body is in revolt…
As a result, when I got to school this morning, I was wearing CRANKY PANTS.. cranky, complain-y, I-don’t-care-about-you-just-me pants. Of course, that’s not what I want to show as I’m greeting young learners and their parents at the classroom door, but it was there, looming under the surface. Each self-centered thought fueled the next and my annoyances and ailments got bigger and more consuming.
I’m glad I caught myself here. I knew this was not the way to go into the school day, so I decided to have a circle time with the students where we would all go around and say, “I’m thankful today because…” We went around and the students were saying, “legos,” “my mom and dad,” “school,” “friends,” and similar answers. Then, one little boy said: “I’m thankful today because GOD!” I truly held back tears as what he said registered. He didn’t say “I’m thankful for all the stuff God gives me,” or “I’m thankful that God makes everything fun.”
…“I’m thankful today because God!”
Those words echoed.
I just had to smile. He, in his four-year-old simplicity, was right! I have so many reasons to be thankful, chief of which being that God is. Why is this truth so easily eclipsed by “I don’t feel good today,” or even “that person is frustrating me”?
I want the beat of my heart,
the thought in my head,
and the words off my lips
to be thankfulness to God!
I will be going to the gym in the morning—however, in the succeeding body-revolt,
I will be thankful.
I will be thankful “because God!”