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All I Really Need to Know...

Tomorrow evening a flock of writing friends will descend on our house and share their individual perspectives on our assignment for September--"School Days." I'm looking forward to it. Some will be funny. Some will be deep. All will be good! I've thought hard, but haven't come up with anything exciting about my own school days. 

I've written about the teachers etched in my memory before. They are forever frozen in time for me, just as they looked in the 1950's and 60's. But I think I'll leave them resting in peace and undisturbed for now. :)

I love the little book by Robert Fulgham, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, but I'm still learning, all the time, and my best lessons don't involve holding hands or even milk and cookies. 

I guess it's all in how you view "education." I continue to learn from books, from other people and from my mistakes (I hate making them, beat myself up when I do, but take consolation in learning to be a little bit better with every mistake I make.) 

Sometimes I wonder, as I apologize, yet again, "Is it just me?" Oh, I hope not, but I have a sneaking suspicion...

From Mum I learned to celebrate and appreciate. I learned to see the best in people; to be bravely vulnerable; the value of humour; and to understand what is truly important in life.

From Dad I learned to argue from either side of a debate. I had so much practice over dinner at home that I can usually see the other side, and that can be a valuable asset. He also taught me to think, and love art, music and reading.

From my brother Rob I've learned the value of simplicity and contentment.

I believe that God has his very own education plan for each of us. His lessons are innovative. We would never sign up ahead of time if we saw them in a glossy brochure and yet they are priceless.

So "School Days?" They never end!


And now you have something for the group. Education is a life long process ... the number of times I've had to 'repeat' the forgiveness classes or the 'don't jump to conclusion classes' is truly embarrassing.
Belinda said…
Oh, Dave, me too. I'm glad that you are in my class. Ha ha!
Marilyn :-) said…
I think I need a flock of writing friends descending on my house. I think this a lot, but I never organize it. I wonder sometimes what my problem is!

Everyone can go back to what they were doing now. I was just venting. :-)
Belinda said…
Marilyn, address please! I will descend tout suite--and maybe bring some fellow birds along. :)

Seriously, there are've had so much to occupy your heart and mind and soul. One can only manage so much at any one time. I wish you could have come and just "been" in a comfy chair here tonight.

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