Musings from the mind of a high school math teacher
A sisters journey
My friends...today my blog is about someone else. My daughter. She has begun writing about her journey as the cutest boys sister...consider stopping by her blog-www.anmtmsistersjourneytounderstand.blogspot.com
Today marks two years since the day that changed our lives forever. Two years ago, while I was at school at African Family Night, I got a call from your older brother saying that you were unresponsive. My heart sunk because in the background, I heard your dad's voice and the panic was clear...something was very wrong. I told your brother to call 911 and I gathered my things and began the long drive home. I called home as soon as I was in the car, after calling Grami to go to our house to be there for support. Grami, who arrived at our house amazingly quickly, answered at first and told me that the paramedics were doing CPR...your heart had stopped. My heart was pounding and for the longest time (four long minutes), I waited on the phone, wondering if this was it....wondering if you were going to slip away and I wouldn't be there. I could hear my heart in my heart and began taking deep breaths, almost panting in the car. My legs were on fire and numb...I couldn'…
Have you ever really thought about the act of kissing? Two pairs of soft lips pressed together, emotion being transmitted from one pair to the other. Kissing is one of the most intimate acts we can engage in with another person. Most people think that sex is the most intimate, but if you really think about it...kissing tops the list.
Kissing is that first foray into a relationship, the first step in opening ourselves up to another. Relationships are complicated, both those of the romantic nature and those of the platonic. Deciding if you want to take a relationship to the "next level" can be heart wrenching. Opening your heart and soul to another is intimate, exciting, and frightening.
When we are young, we anxiously await our first kiss, that first connection with another human that we aren't related to. Often these first connections are found behind shrubs, buildings, nooks and crannies hidden away for these private meetings.
The story of the Phoenix is one that has been around for thousands of years. As the end of a thousand years, the Phoenix builds a funeral spire, throws itself on the fire and throws itself on the fire, only to be reborn. The Phoenix is the story of rebirth, changing the way that you might respond to another.
Tomorrow is the first "real" day of school. The rebirth will begin. As I walk into the ashes, knowing that there was a fire that was ravenous...destroying all in its way...I will see the Phoenix rising. slowly making its way into the sky. Reborn whole and new. A new beginning, a new story to be written.