i’ll remember you

Yesterday I got some news that a dear friend had passed away. My heart has been ever so heavy for hours and hours and tears are insistent, try as I may to keep them at bay. I have always been an advocate of words as catharsis, but words seem frail when we’re hollowed out by grief. Oh how I miss you, my friend. One of my personal waves of grief is just wanting Heaven closer. There is something cruel about knowing where your dear one has gone and yet having no way of getting there without Heaven itself calling you there. There is a quote that I love, though, that says, “Children are the hands by which we take hold of Heaven”. I have found so much joy in working with my little ones these last several months. Their beaming eyes and warm spirits have brightened my life. The last couple of days have been colored in sorrowful hues of ache and emptiness. But children always bring their own precious brand of light and healing. I have been meaning to compile these little gems for sometime now. For someone who was utterly devoted to his nieces and nephews, it seems like this is something he would have appreciated wholly. Here are some laughs for you, JKRB. You are forever in our hearts.

“Miss Brittany, I went poop.”

“You know why I’m making another card? Because every day my mom throws away my pictures.”

“One day my brother lost a toenail and he used it as a guitar pic.”

“A statement is when a man cements something to the state.”

“Can I may be excused?”

Me: “Do you know my name?”
“Uh huh!”
Me: “What is it?”
“I dunno!”

“My grandpa died bc he ate too many cigarettes.”

“I have grape jelly at my house!”

“Miss Brittany, you a nice person.”

(On Cinco de Mayo) “Today is Pinko Piscaco, they celebrate it in Mexico.”

*Observes an unopened yogurt on the lunch table* “But whose yogurt this is?”
Me: “That is Miss Bella’s yogurt.”
“She needs to eat it or else her mom will be mad.”

“Look what I have in here– *pulls shirt down* –boobies!!”

“In my dream there was a pink octopus and a pit-bull and a gray one and a yellow one and they were finding all their kids.”

“Miss Bernie– her say a bad word!”
Me: “What word did she say?”
*whispers* “Her say, ‘sand-dollar’.”

“Yes, of course.” -a child’s response to everything I ask him

“Is Harper* a girl or what?”

“I cannot smell because I am not a pup.”

“Why do you have nails like me? Wait- are you a girl?”
Me: “Yes, I’m a girl.”
“Then how come boys can’t turn into girls?”

“I cannot turn into a girl because I do not have any magic.”

“We found a dead lizard in the pool so I put it in a safe place under the couch.”

“When I was a baby I was hiding in my mom’s tummy with a small foot.”

*uses gluestick* “I’m using my muscles for this.”

“Miss Brittany you know my mom had a baby and I have cereal at my house.”

*playing with gender ambiguous doll* “He’s pee pee fall off!”

“Miss Brittany, are you a grown up?”

“I drew you a picture of a grass.”

Me: “Ok and 1 + 5 is?”
“G.”

“Miss Brittany are you real?”

peace and so much love.

*child’s name has been changed.

 

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