I am participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOLSC; #SOL16)
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Each day for the month of March I will be posting a "Slice of Life".
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I have a love/hate relationship with that phrase.
I was sitting at our local community center with my middle son, while the oldest was at swim team and the youngest was in ballet class. Suddenly, a tall, sweaty basketball player who had gone to get a drink veered over in my direction. He stopped in front of me, tipped his head, and with a hopeful smile said, "Do you remember me?"
I paused...smiled...and said, "I sure remember that face."
He told me his name, and I said, "Absolutely! That was a long time ago."
See, I used to teach 1st & 2nd graders. So, the problem is- there is usually a familiar look to the face, but they've grown and changed into these young adults.
Give me a minute and I will recognize the young face in there. Give me a name and I will remember for sure.
And then...the memories come flooding back. The other students in that class. The funny moments. The learning and growth they made.
So, I hate that I can't automatically remember. But, I love that seeing them let's me remember. And I LOVE that they remember me, remember my class, and bring such great memories back to me.