lessons learned

What would your Book of Life be like?

From The Rambling Quilter, July 2016

Recently I saw a show about how the Smithsonian Museum is restoring the Jefferson Bible. I had not heard of the Jefferson Bible, and I found this program completely fascinating. Jefferson painstakingly cut apart bibles in several different languages to create his version of Jesus’ life without all the miracles and his ascension.

Wouldn’t it be nice if the Book of Life were like that—only in reverse? We could keep all the happy and wonderful parts and discard all the bad.

I had a chance meeting with my aunt and uncle at Panera for breakfast. I’ll never forget the huge hug she gave me or her telling me that she wanted all her nieces and nephews to connect. It never crossed our mind that she’d pass away after a tragic car accident a couple of weeks later.

She got her wish. For two days we gathered, reminiscing about growing up with our beloved aunt and catching up on what our families were doing. Many of us realized that we hadn’t seen each other in twenty years or more. We all had families of our own and time really got away from us. It was so nice reconnecting and remembering that my family was so much bigger than just those I spent the most time with. That part I would keep in my Book of Life.

At the same time, though, we were saying goodbye to an aunt we all truly loved. I saw my mom, aunt, and uncle say goodbye to their baby sister. I saw my three cousins say goodbye to their mom. And I saw my uncle say goodbye to the love of his life of forty years. I would love to cut this part out of my Book of Life.

There are so many good things going on in the world that are too often overshadowed by events we have absolutely no control over.

I realize that it is totally unrealistic to have a Book of Life that is only happy, wonderful events. We’ve all heard that God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. Well, right now I’d say he must think we are some pretty strong people because he’s giving us a lot.

Even though my Book of Life is still overflowing with wonderful moments, these are the occasional events that God thinks I can handle that really test me.

My aunt’s family’s wish in lieu of flowers was that we hug our loved ones every day. As we witnessed, life is short and you just don’t know when it will be the last page of your own personal Book of Life.

As I said before, I wrote this back in 2016 right after my beloved aunt’s funeral. Since then, I’ve written six novels, and many blog posts, and my husband and I have sold our home and begun traveling the country in our RV. We work from the road and do, see, and go everywhere we can to experience as much as we can. We chose NOT to wait until “the right time.”

I’d love to hear your thoughts. My hope is this post inspires you to experience something new, even if it’s right outside your front door.

How will your Book of Life read? Make it amazing!

NOTE: I published this blog in June 2016 on my other site, The Rambling Quilter, before I began writing travel blogs, and five years later it’s still relevant.

Lessons Adults Can Learn From Children

Another year of preschool is over for many children. It brought me back to last year when I finished my last year of teaching after nine years. I let my mind wander over those nine years and what I learned. I’m sure I learned more from the kids than they learned from me. I taught three-year-olds. This was their first experience with school, and for many, it was their first experience away from their parents.

Our school was very diverse in cultures, backgrounds, and languages spoken. I often wondered how a child must feel leaving their parent(s) for the first time to come to an often unfamiliar place. And if they couldn’t understand a word the teacher was saying, no matter how comforting, it must have been even scarier. But I was humbled that the parents thought enough of us to trust us with their little one.

The speech I gave the parents at the beginning of the year was that we would be teaching their children life skills like how to walk in a line, be responsible for their own area, sit and listen to a story quietly, and be respectful of others’ property and feelings. We also introduced the academics through play and our daily projects. By the end of the year, most children knew some, if not all letters, could count, could cut with scissors, and were working on writing their own name.

However, some of the most important skills the children learned didn’t come from me or my assistant. They came from each other. They learned to tolerate each other’s differences. Here are some examples.

There Are No Language Barriers With Children

One year we had two little girls who just happened to be the smallest in our class by about a foot! We called them our little peanuts. One little girl spoke English and the other spoke Spanish. They couldn’t understand the other’s language. But somehow, over the course of the year, they were able to communicate with each other through drawing, playing, and other cues only they understood. We, and the other children, had no idea what they were communicating to each other, but they did.

Handicaps Don’t Exist With Children

Another year, we had a little boy who had severe spina bifida. He used a walker to get from class to class, but in the classroom, he was able to move around without it, although he was a little unsteady on his feet. The other children in the room had most likely not seen a child with a walker before. But that didn’t matter to them. They helped him if he needed something, got his walker if he needed it, and made sure there was nothing in his way as he moved around the room. They wanted to make sure he didn’t fall. He moved during Christmas break to another state, and when we all came back to school, they all wanted to know where he was because they missed him. The time he was in our classroom, the children all learned compassion for another who may not be like them.

Children Have Compassion

One year, on the first day, we had a little boy who was having a hard time separating from his mommy. We tried everything we could to console him and try to take his mind off missing his mommy. Unfortunately, there was a language barrier, so he couldn’t really understand what we were saying. One of our little girls, who also didn’t speak his language, asked me why he was crying. I told her he missed his mommy. She went over to him and sat beside him. She started rubbing his arm and quietly told him, “it’s okay, our mommies are going to come back for us.” She stayed there rubbing his arm until he finally fell asleep on the pillow. Compassion at its finest.

Children Don’t See Skin Color

We had two little boys in our class who both happened to be of the same skin color. One of the boys was born here in America, but the other one had been adopted from Uganda. They hit it off right away and played together most of the time. One day I was putting up pictures I had taken of the children as they did different activities around the classroom. One picture I had taken was of these two children helping each other complete a puzzle. They looked at the picture, and then one said to the other “hey, we have the same color skin!” They had played together for months, but it took a picture for them to realize this!

The Lesson From The Kids

People are people, no matter what. Kids get that. Something we should all think about.

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What’s in Your Book of Life?