I have to look at my life these days and try to find beauty in the bustle. It's hard because I can barely breathe, let alone reflect I think about three girls I teach who cannot seem to get along, although they desperately want to have each other for friends. These girls come to me with their own issues; I can only guess at the lack of parenting at home.

These girls drive me crazy. They cannot sit down and do their work. They whisper across the room. I have to tell them to get to work many times a day. They get into trouble and lose recesses now and then. They get mad at me when I discipline them. I get mad that I have to discipline them. But still, every morning they come to me with big smiles on their faces and tell me about something that happened at home, or at a friend's house. And I forget all the discipline crap and listen and exclaim. Little love offerings given and reciprocated.

Beauty in the everyday.