One of Those Moments…
There are moments you remember all your life.
There are moments you wait for and dream of all your life.
This is one of those moments.
I will always remember this chair, that window,
The way the light streams in.
The clothes I’m wearing,
The words I’m hearing,
The face I’m seeing,
The feeling I’m feeling,
The smell, the sounds, will be written on my mind, will be written in my heart
As long as I live!
February was good to us. We had so many fun celebrations, I kinda hate to see her go. There was German chocolate cake, stargazer lilies, a Broadway show; homemade valentines, awesome picture books, a new blog; family time together, time apart (for mom) to study and grow, Dove chocolates… It was great. But in the midst of February’s love, history and happiness, there were some exceptional moments that I hope to never forget:
Sitting in the balcony of the Fox Theater in Atlanta with my daughter on my right and my son on my left; the three of us holding hands as the lights went down; heart-wrenching moans of the spiritual, “I’ve Been Buked” washing over the audience; chills covering my body as the curtain rose, and Alvin Ailey’s “Revelations” began; arms raised and shadows cast in a circle of light; my daughter leaning over to me and whispering, “she has a puff like me” with the joy and recognition of belonging in her voice that I have longed for, ached for, during the past few years in our new city… It was one of those moments.
Or the time we spent making pots at a local pottery shop; pots in honor of a slave named Dave whom the young (and slightly attitudinal) store attendant had never heard of; the tremendous pride I felt as my children, 5 and 7, told the story of a man who created over 40,000 pots; a man who signed his name and wrote poems on the pots–even though it was against the law– so people would know that he was the potter; the softening of the attendant’s constitution; the power of conversation and education…
One of those moments.
Or the auditory memory of first graders singing “We Shall Overcome” as I read a picture book of the same name; children with small, sweet voices that were filled with innocence and optimism; hearts overflowing with sincerity; the overwhelming knowledge that this opportunity came about because a teacher was inspired by my blog and was courageous enough to take action…It was one of those moments.
Yes, February was good to us this year, and I hate to see her go. But time “March-es” on (ha-ha!). It is my hope that the pride, joy, and love of February will continue into the coming year, and that we will all find ourselves continually blessed with special moments to appreciate and hold dear. Check back during the month of March for more books that celebrate diversity!
Peace & Blessings to you all,