For 22 years I taught elementary school, most of those years
were spent at 3rd grade. I loved third graders. They were young
enough to enjoy school, plus they were thirsty learners. We became like a
second family as a year progressed.
Beginning the first day back to school after Thanksgiving
weekend, every teacher pulled out all of their red and green clothing as well
as every piece of dime-store Christmas jewelry—blinking earrings, jingle bell
bracelets, Santa necklaces, and a variety of pins.
This pin was always my favorite. It brought a calm upon me.
The posture of the snow people demonstrated caring, love, and protectiveness—a
soft-spoken calm in an otherwise noisy season.
Rather than wear the pin on a blouse or sweater, I pinned it
on the left lapel of my winter coat, so it was a daily part of me. I’d forget
about it as the season progressed, but often someone would compliment and I’d
remember the pin I wore over my heart. The sweetness of the snow people
reminded me of my mom and dad’s relationship.
I don’t recall how I obtained the pin. Maybe I bought it,
but I imagine Mom gave it to me as a thoughtful little gift.
I don’t wear all of the glitzy glittery Christmas jangles
now, but I’m thankful for the Christmas memory of Mom and Dad as I attach this
pin to my coat this season.
2 comments:
Although I never personally met your parents, I agree with you; somehow that little pin does remind me of one of the pictures I've seen of them! Amazing!
Such a tender memory. They remind me of your parents whom I've met only through your writing.
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