Adulting Can Be Fun

A few days ago, I had lunch with my mother at our local Cracker Barrel restaurant. As we were leaving, I walked past a retired couple seated against the wall at a tiny table for two. I had to chuckle when I read her sweatshirt. Emblazoned on the front in big letters it said, “Warning! Don’t Grow Up – It’s a Trap!” I stopped to tell her how much I liked it, and we all shared a laugh.

The weather was beautiful that day – very bright and spring-like for February in the Ozarks. Mother and I decided to relax on my porch swing for a bit before she headed home. We chatted for awhile, then we both began to feel drowsy and the conversation slowed. As we sat comfortably enjoying the swing – two retired couples strolled out from neighboring condos to enjoy the afternoon sun. The two men began playing shuffleboard, while the women sat at a picnic table and visited. In a few minutes, another lady joined them and they all sat chatting happily. Before long, the women left their spots at the shady picnic table and headed out to the basketball court, giggling like school girls. Locating a couple of basketballs, they went to work trying to see how many baskets they could make. (Not many! 🙂 ) Their obvious lack of basketball skills definitely did not affect their fun! They were trying fearlessly, laughing at themselves when they missed and chasing the ball down to try again – simply enjoying each and every moment. There were awkward granny shots, hilarious air balls, and even a few great shots that were nothing but net. In the end it didn’t really matter. They were all just having a good time!

Our drowsiness gone, Mother and I sat smiling, now watching both the shuffleboard contest and the basketball tournament with interest. We each selected a basketball player (my player had a blue shirt and hers had a white shirt) and kept score from afar to see which one of our chosen players would win.

It was such a simple, relaxing way to pass the afternoon – and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I am inspired to see people who aren’t afraid to try – even when their skills are not the best. I love finding people willing to laugh at their shortcomings. I appreciate those who step out of their comfort zone instead of sitting on the sidelines. Mostly, I truly enjoy seeing people who celebrate life’s simple pleasures.

Long ago, my first year as an elementary school teacher was both exciting and very challenging. There were so many things to learn that year – so many “firsts” to face. I wanted so badly to do a good job, and I worked very hard every day. I enjoyed my students and my work colleagues immensely – but sometimes I felt overwhelmed and discouraged. In those times, I would often pick up the phone to call my Mother for encouragement. She would listen to my concerns then offer good advice. Sometimes she would share a Bible verse, or a song, or an encouraging poem or article she had saved. I would always feel uplifted. During one such call, however, she completely surprised me. After listening to my discouragement and complaints, she asked me to do her a favor. She told me she wanted me to “school hop” (her term for skipping) up and down my hallway at home two times after we hung up the phone. She insisted on this, telling me that she would be calling back to confirm that I had completed her request. I hung up and stood there alone in my own home arguing with myself. I was an adult now – I couldn’t skip up and down the hallway! Good grief!!! How silly would that be? Reasons why this was definitely not a logical action filled my head. I actually felt annoyed! Didn’t I have enough stress without having to worry about this absurd request??? I questioned whether Mother really understood how I felt – and I turned to walk away, sit on the couch, and think some more about my difficult day. I knew she would call back though – and I didn’t want to disappoint her – so…..I took a deep breath, checked ALL the curtains to be absolutely certain they were closed – and skipped down my hall. I turned around and skipped the other way, repeating the entire process twice. I felt COMPLETELY ridiculous….but you know what? When I had finished – I was no longer thinking about all of the stresses of that week. I was out of breath and chuckling – and my mindset had completely changed.

I think the lady at Cracker Barrel was right, in a way! We don’t ever have to completely grow up. Life has many, many responsibilities, stresses, and chores – but it (can) also hold a lot of joy. Sometimes, even (or perhaps especially) on the most difficult days, we need to square our shoulders, throw aside our worries as much as possible and go outside to play – to act silly, to laugh, to find a way to relax and simply enjoy the blessings around us. It’s not always easy to escape the trap – but it’s definitely worth the effort.

Thank you for reading this post. By the way, today was a very long, busy, hectic day for me. I may just go skip down my hallway now – but first, I’ve gotta check the curtains!

A Lasting Impact

I have had many heroes and heroines in my life – people who have affected me deeply through words, actions, and examples. We all impact people practically every day – whether positively or negatively. It doesn’t take great notoriety or power to have a lasting effect on others. Sometimes only one brief conversation we have, one quick decision we make, or one action we take can have such a powerful and lasting influence on others…

Last weekend, I drove to central Arkansas to visit family, including my beloved Aunt Bernie. She is an absolute delight to be around, so I always look forward to our talks. A lifelong educator, she loves to discuss teaching, education, and kids. She has wonderful stories of her many years as a classroom teacher, and I love to listen when she shares. Raised with some affluence in Little Rock, she moved to the rural countryside after she married. A city girl, it was an entirely new way of life for her, but she adapted quickly. In her early years as an educator, she taught my father and my uncles in a little two-room country schoolhouse before moving on to a larger, more traditional school (where I later attended).

Aunt Bernie knows the key to being a great educator is building relationships with students – and she has helped to instill the significance of that in me. She does this possibly better than anyone else I know, and I have seen firsthand the lasting impact it has had on her pupils. Retired for decades, she still keeps up with her former students as much as possible. She is saddened when she hears they have faced setbacks and happily celebrates when she hears of their successes. They are, in her words, “her kids” and she is fiercely proud of them all.

When I timidly began school as a first grader, “Mrs. Bernie” was a fifth grade teacher just down the hall. I was so very proud that my aunt was a teacher at the school – and I believed she was the absolute best teacher there. I was always happy to see her during the school day – standing outside her classroom door or supervising students on the playground – partly because she is my aunt – but also because she truly exudes joy and love. She makes others happy with her smile, her laugh, and her genuine appreciation for them, and I felt comforted in my new environment knowing she was there.

When I grew up and decided to become a public school teacher, she was a great encourager. She talked with me about my teaching and my students. She traveled to another state where I lived and proudly toured my classroom. I enjoyed talking with her about my students each year, about the current trends and challenges in education, and the joys and stresses of being a professional educator. She would listen intently and offer good advice. She has always been an enthusiastic listener and supporter. In other words, my Aunt Bernie has definitely been a role model in my life, and I am forever grateful.

While visiting with her last weekend, it was no surprise when the conversation quickly once again turned to education. This time, however, my aunt was so happy to show me an article in central Arkansas’ 501 Life magazine. In the February 2020 edition, there is an interview with a gentleman named Joe Canady, branch president of the NAACP in Conway County, Arkansas. Mr. Canady references people who have had a significant impact on his life including his mother, his grandmother, a lady from his church….and my aunt Bernie. She was so incredibly excited to show it to me.

The entire article can be accessed by clicking the picture. I hope you will read it!

An excerpt is copied here:

Canady was in the fifth grade when his all-black school closed and integrated with Wonderview. While you didn’t have to look far to find racial tension in those days, his new classroom was more awkward than hostile. As the kids gravitated to seats based on their race, one of Canady’s more prominent early role models emerged.

“When the little black kids and the little white kids came together, it was a different experience for us,” he said. “But I remember my fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Beeson, mixed her classroom (seating) up. She said we’re one class and we’re all going to get along. From that point on, I held her in high regard as to helping our transition go smoothly.”

That year I mentioned earlier, when I was in first grade was also the year Mr. Canady was in my Aunt Bernie’s 5th grade class. I must admit, my eyes teared and I sat up a little straighter when I read his words…and I was (and always am) so proud to be her niece.