shape of my heart

Yesterday I arrived at work on time but walking across the yard toward the school felt like swimming in molasses. Performing the morning duties was more of a chore than usual, even for the first day back after a 3 day weekend. When the first parents arrived I found I couldn't focus on conversation, my eyes were bleary and hot, and my body felt as if my bones had been plated with lead. After an hour I gave up and went home. Rest, chicken and garlic, immune boosters, and tea. I awoke feeling fine.

This morning at school I prepared the room for the day, setting the stage for the children to make their magic. My little friend Ada arrived as I was making playdough. She helped me knead in the flour, making little hearts that inspired me to form a big one. Ada helped. We talked.

"What did you do at school yesterday?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied. Standard response from a 3-year old.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes. You weren't here."

I did not take offense. Yet. "Did you miss me?"

"I didn't miss you one little bit," she said. I began to feel my feathers ruffle, but before I could reply Ada said, "I didn't miss you because you were in my mind."

Oh sweet one, you have shaped my heart in so many ways.