Rustling winds: “I read words like this now like an archaeologist.” What a great way to think of it; finding those old journals I’ve kept, notes from our child, postcards from some of my students. Yes, it is a form of archeology. Digging up/remembering the past through words. LOVED the vision of your youngest and his connection with the almighty STAPLER. Thanks Amy for these sweet reminders.
Thank you for sharing all the things with feelings today. I’m at that point of life, too. My younger is finished with her degree, even.
But I hold on to childhood in my classroom with my young students. The memories of my own kids and my former students are all precious to me. And in some ways full of regrets that I wasn’t always making THE best decisions, knew enough yet to help them, or balanced my instruction and love in a more positive way (mostly that’s about my own kids!!) I wish I had more notes, but I did my best scrapbooking back then. 😇
Stapler! My dad brought me a box of mementos from my childhood last year. In it we're staple books mostly made at school with stories. The best were the long letters I apparently wrote to him. Why I was writing him letters, I have no idea because while he worked long days I saw him every day. But I'm glad I have those letters!
Most definitely staple! And key, and I filled that little diary completely with beloved stickers. Makes me think of the glimmery, shimmery unicorn stickers I had as a kid that always made me feel so good when I looked at them (they glimmered and they were a glimmer!) I was very excited to find a sheet of the same ones on Etsy recently, and I take it out and look at it when I need that little glimmer feeling and it still works. Thank you for bringing up those special book-making memories of my own and of making books with my own kids.
Staple, key, pop! Oh, the stories of your son's books resonates so much with me. Both of my sons were staple book makers, comic books mostly. They both have multiple gallon Ziploc bags filled with their creations. This has reminded me that they are there and I might just have to dig them out and re-read them. I wish that I still had my little key diary to compare my stories to theirs.
I'll have to look up pictures of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Trouble game we had and maybe try to get it drawn onto a weekly page. That would be fun. :-)
The key to a delicious waffle pop is golden grahams cereal.
The pump from the stapler makes me look for the golden key!
Darn auto correct! Pop from stapler!
Staple, key, waffle, pop...ALL the things in today’s post resonate with me. Sending you good vibes for this change you’re going through. ❤️
Key! This is full of such lovely memories, thank you for sharing all of it.
A key, used correctly, will pop the lock.
Rustling winds: “I read words like this now like an archaeologist.” What a great way to think of it; finding those old journals I’ve kept, notes from our child, postcards from some of my students. Yes, it is a form of archeology. Digging up/remembering the past through words. LOVED the vision of your youngest and his connection with the almighty STAPLER. Thanks Amy for these sweet reminders.
Staple-er key waffle pop
Would make a wonderful 2nd line of a haiku
I might work on that!
Thank you for sharing all the things with feelings today. I’m at that point of life, too. My younger is finished with her degree, even.
But I hold on to childhood in my classroom with my young students. The memories of my own kids and my former students are all precious to me. And in some ways full of regrets that I wasn’t always making THE best decisions, knew enough yet to help them, or balanced my instruction and love in a more positive way (mostly that’s about my own kids!!) I wish I had more notes, but I did my best scrapbooking back then. 😇
The key to my waffling is a rustling wind. Thank you for another beautiful gift.
The key to the stapler is it’s pop.
Stapler! My dad brought me a box of mementos from my childhood last year. In it we're staple books mostly made at school with stories. The best were the long letters I apparently wrote to him. Why I was writing him letters, I have no idea because while he worked long days I saw him every day. But I'm glad I have those letters!
Most definitely staple! And key, and I filled that little diary completely with beloved stickers. Makes me think of the glimmery, shimmery unicorn stickers I had as a kid that always made me feel so good when I looked at them (they glimmered and they were a glimmer!) I was very excited to find a sheet of the same ones on Etsy recently, and I take it out and look at it when I need that little glimmer feeling and it still works. Thank you for bringing up those special book-making memories of my own and of making books with my own kids.
Staple, key, pop! Oh, the stories of your son's books resonates so much with me. Both of my sons were staple book makers, comic books mostly. They both have multiple gallon Ziploc bags filled with their creations. This has reminded me that they are there and I might just have to dig them out and re-read them. I wish that I still had my little key diary to compare my stories to theirs.
I'll have to look up pictures of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Trouble game we had and maybe try to get it drawn onto a weekly page. That would be fun. :-)