Thinking Outside the Box

I have a week to shove everything I own into boxes for my 3rd move in day at Huntingdon. Every year it gets a little harder, because I tend to collect more things or think I'm actually going to use them, but this year I've been given the task of moving in by myself. Yes. All 130 lbs. of me is making the trek alone. Whenever I get the shaft like this, which happens a lot to middle children....or at least me, I don't mind that much, because I know I can always hold it over there heads somehow and come out the winner. It's very selfish, I know, but to make people see you struggle and make them somehow think it there fault, you just might walk away with a fresh twenty "for gas only".

True Colors day

Ah, but this summer has been something else. Something else, as in: complete garbage. I've been working 40 hours a week at my church's daycare and it's worn me down emotionally and creatively. This is the first thing I've written all summer, but I think it's because I finally see the light at the end of the 2nd grader filled tunnel. I've tried painting with them, but they just end up knocking the water onto my lap and laughing about it. The one think I've observed though is just how unadulterated these tykes are. Sure they listen to Bieber and want a cell phone SO BAD!, but it's in the way they move and talk and cry that I can see the basest form of humanity. They don't try to hide anything. They don't say they have a headache, but really it's a whole list of other things that's bothering them. When they want something they yell it, not like the rest of us who live quiet and desperate lives. When they have a crush on somebody, they tell them, and if they get rejected they just try again after snack. This is why I'm thankful I took the low road this summer, because it's true what they say. Everything you need to know you learned in Kindergarten

As I wrap up the last week of the summer trying to explain to the kids the importance of flushing and haphazardly teaching them the bible, I will also be collecting all of my things into cardboard. I hope that I can stop trying to make who I am the contents of these boxes and start living deliberately like those snot nosed prophets of yore.