Out of Hiding…

A few days ago…in anticipation of going back to work today…I updated my Jane CarrollFacebook status…with…I think I’ll hide under the bed…it was meant…and…taken as a joke…

There were fun comments…about dust bunnies and men with butterfly nets…and…Bertha…rousting me out of my hiding place…as well as offers of hiding at my friend’s house…and…a promise…by the school secretary…that she would come and get me…

So much for posting my plans on social media

But…although the post and comments had all been fun and games…Bertha…knew that there was a grain of truth in my post…I love summer vacation…I love not having strict structure in my day…and…I especially love not getting up quite so early in the morning…

So…she let me entertain the thought of…hiding…for all of about two minutes…before she pointed out…what life would be like…living under the bed

Of course she wasn’t being literal…we all know I won’t fit under the bed…rather…she was talking about…hiding from…AKA…avoiding…the things that aren’t exactly what I want…

She reminds me…that there is a gift in every situation…every circumstance…and that when I avoid the circumstance…I miss the gift…

Of course she’s right…there are many gifts that come with my job…there are the ones that I already know about…the kids…the hours…summer vacation…the great insurance program…it pays the bills…and…has a super retirement program…

But…she says…that I will receive many gifts this year…that I have not yet imagined…interactions…smiles…laughter…and…maybe…just…maybe…making a difference in someone’s life…I just have to be open…

Well…when she puts it like that…and since I really don’t like dust bunnies all that much…I’m dressed…I’m ready…I’m open…

Jane

Players…

For several years…I’ve had a little gadget on my desk…the base is a magnet…and it had ten little metal men…which are clips…that could be arranged in multiple ways…I’m sure it’s meant to be…a…stress reliever…

At first…I kept it over to the side…accessible only to me…and…every so often…but not very…I would play with them…

Until…

One day…I moved it to the other side of the desk…and…very interested children…started to play with it…and…what I noticed was…it kept their attention…as they were waiting for medicine…or a band aid…they were totally mesmerized…by the magnet…and…the ten little men…

And…then…just like the…little Indian song…there were…nine…and…eight…and…seven…

Until…there were…six…

A student recently observed…that someone had been…stealing…my little men…as she played with them…between inhaler puffs…implying that I should do something…to…prevent it from happening…

Thankfully…Bertha…had gone to work with me that day…and…she explained…that…yes…having the little men accessible…put them at risk…but…that when they were out of harm’s way…so to speak…there was…no pleasure…no one enjoyed them…and…that it was worth the risk…of losing them…for all the pleasure they brought…

Her answer seemed to satisfy the student…who returned to class…leaving me to…contemplate…the message…thatBertha…was actually giving me…

And…it came out as this…

Sometimes in life…playing it safe…isn’t playing…at all…

Hmmm…

Jane