It has been a long day--my memoir snippets will continue, but not tonight I'm afraid! I will shoot for Thursday.
Here is something a little less taxing for my brain; a story that Brenda shared with me.
Brenda works in the front office of a private boarding and day school for boys in grades 6-12. The boys are the joy of her job. She loves them, keeps them in line, teases them and laughs with them.
Last week she overheard a conversation between a group of boys. One of them, referring to a game he was playing on his laptop, said, "That's retarded."
"Now why would you say that?" said another boy, "that's offensive."
And the boy with the laptop was silenced.
Later in the week, the mother of the second boy was at the school and Brenda told her what had happened.
She said, "Your boy was good when no one was watching. Make sure when Mother's Day comes, you get something extra special, because you are doing a good job."
"So...I can't get mad at him for losing his swim goggles again?" said the mom.