This morning on my way to a breakfast meeting, I passed a father and child who were waiting at the end of their driveway for the school bus. It’s something I’ve seen what seems like a thousand times before. But lately, I’ve been finding myself reflecting often on how I grew up, and the things I learned about life…specifically how it was that I came to learn them.
For some reason, as I passed by the waiting father and child, I instantly flashed back to my memories of waiting on my school bus. My parents went to work before I was to be at school, so in the mornings, I would get up early with my parents and get dropped off at my grandparents house, who conveniently lived at the bottom of the hill we lived on.
Each morning, as it came time for my bus to come, I remember my grandfather waiting patiently with me in his driveway. I don’t remember all of the specific conversations we had, but I do remember pieces. I remember stories he told me, some of the funny jokes, and the way we would laugh together. Right now at this moment, I can’t help but smile at the memory of the morning he taught me a little jingle to help memorize READ ALL
I still remember a newsletter published by one of my English teachers in High School for his students. It was called, “The Muse.” Really cool title…if only I would have appreciated it then as much as I appreciate that word now.
