Quite simply, thanks
I visited my doctor today.
Like the other times I visited him, I left his clinic feeling much better than when I arrived.
I told him I followed a few doctor bloggers online and that their perspectives (especially Victo Dolore‘s) inspire me to say thank you when it’s deserved. Which I did, because it was. I very, very seldom feel as well heard as I do when he’s asking me questions and openly listening to my answers.
I drove home with a heart full of thanks. For starters, I was able to work from home today to accommodate my doctor appointment. What’s not to love about that?! Moreover, I am safe at work, whether working in the office or from home.
Another abundance of thanks goes to my son’s second grade teacher. I was apprehensive about her because her interactions with Li’l D last year were not very inspiring. My husband and I kept Li’l D at his current school to keep him with his friends, prepared to be wary of any signs his warmth and zest for life were being crushed.
His teacher told us right before classes began that she’s structured, not strict. The way she spoke reassured us. She wasn’t just saying words; she was showing who she was through her words.
Li’l D loves second grade so far. Sure, he grumbled once about getting “on orange” (or being not quite learning ready that day), but felt better about it when I said I’d been on orange myself just a couple days before. He was downright cheerful when I explained that even adults get “on orange” or “on red” (detention! parents called!) some days. He asked me to report what color I was on for a few days, and then got back to being his confident self.
He’s already been on pink–next to perfect–a couple of times, on purple (the top color) once, and in outer space another day. His progress report came back all Outstanding (an exciting reflection of how he feels about school, especially given how we’ve let him know we’re more concerned with his effort and joy than his grades), and his teacher was touched that he’d asked to keep his birthday no-homework pass because of the kind note she’d written on it. No other student has ever asked her this before.
When we brought cupcakes for Li’l D’s birthday, she thanked us for so supporting Li’l D. I tried telling her thanks in turn, but got too choked up to speak. I mumbled that I’d have to write her a note, instead.
I will write her a note, too. It’s just that, right now? Right now, it feels important to say that I am thankful. I’m thankful for these things and people. I’m thankful for my sisters–blood and spirit–and the presents they sent Li’l D for his birthday. I’m thankful for my husband and my boys, as well as for Li’l D’s best friends and their lovely parents. I’m thankful for my small, supportive community on Twitter, for Blackish season three (with Daveed Diggs!), biographer Ron Chernow, and Rent.
Right now, the political climate makes it all too easy to feel afraid. But beyond that fear, beyond my gritted teeth, I find deep, abiding faith that we mean to do well by each other, and to love each other as best as we can.
Deeper than anything else, I find, quite simply,