The week before holiday break an ESL teacher and I hosted a bilingual story-time in our high school library. We chose a holiday classic, The Grinch who Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss. As part of the festivities we provided hot chocolate with whipped cream and snacks consisting of Santa cookies and homemade brownies.
My daughter, an education major off for winter break, made the brownies while I was at work because I didn’t have time and needed the help. I reflect on this and I’m reminded that I am my mother’s daughter. My mom, a retired first grade teacher, used to ask my sisters and me to cut out shapes and items for her class or bulletin board.
Having grown up providing classroom assistance and now requesting it from the next generation, I wonder will my daughter’s children follow suit.
Just something I ponder over tea and leftover brownies.
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Thanks Gina, for reminding us as we go about our daily life, we are often creating as well as and reliving life’s special moments.