Cailyn decided ahead of time that her
favorite place at the new school was going to be what she called the Acting
Room. That’s one we didn’t have when I
was in elementary school over at what is now Parker Elementary. Back then we called it Island Elementary, and
our principal was Miss Gladneo Parker.
That’s who the school is named after.
There’s another of those little things that swoop in and attack your
brain and remind you that you’re getting old.
But back to the acting room. We
were certainly confused, I told her she would make a great actress. Well, it doesn’t take much encouragement to
get Cailyn moving. She calmly agreed with
me. And then she offered to show us what
sort of things went on in the Acting Room.
Now we really sat up in our seats.
“It has to be on the rug,” she insisted, pulling us ever closer to the
edge of our seat. And once properly
located, she flew into a flurry of cartwheels.
Well, OK. Cartwheels in the Acting
Room. Again I say, Lots of luck, Mrs.
Applegate.
We remained puzzled until April arrived to
pick her up. We asked her about the
Acting Room, and her face revealed almost the same level of confusion ours had
shown. We asked Cailyn to show her Mom
what they did in the Acting Room, and the cartwheels began again. And the light bulb went on in April’s
face. It wasn’t the Acting Room after
all. It was the Activity Room. Of course.
We knew that.
Sigh. So long, Juliet. Hello,
Olga Korbut. Wait, too long ago. Maybe Nadia Comaneci. Still too long? How about Tara Lipinski? Aargh.
This age thing is killing me.
Wait. I remember now. Gabby Douglas. That’s the one.
Psalms 107:1-3 says, “Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. Let the
redeemed of the Lord say this — those he redeemed from the hand of the foe, those
he gathered from the lands, from east and west, from north and south.”
Father, watch over all the little ones
going back to school in one form or another this week, whether it be public,
private, or at home. Amen.
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