Ainsley was only 3, and she called me ‘Misty,”
because I guess when you’re 3 your preschool
teacher ‘Miss De’ sounds like ‘Misty.’ And she’d
be about 38 years old now and sometimes I want
to tell her I still feel Misty. Like the world’s got
more fog than flow, and none of us really know
what we’re doing, right? It’s like that crazy
picture. The one where the dogs are all playing
poker. Utter nonsense. Because really, nothing
makes any sense at all if you think about it long
enough. Or think about growing old, time-knotted
trees. We’re all in, we place our best. We fold.
Anyway, I wonder what became of her. Of me?
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Day 21 for NaPoWriMo.
Note: Happy Trails was the name of the daycare I worked at when I was 17. Ainsley was my favorite.
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This is so sweet that she called you Misty. We are blessed by children.
We are indeed.
Oh, this is so lovely. It is a beautiful response to the prompt. I long ago taught seventh grade English and I, too, lost track of most of my students and some of them I really miss. As an aside, I worked with a teacher named Ms. Elving. One of her students always called her Ms. Elvis. She was so funny, when he referred to her by that name would strike up a guitar pose and start singing in a deep voice, “One for the money…” Teaching can be so fun.
Oh my GOSH! This is tooooo adorable!
The world needs more teacher and administrators like both of you!
Thank you for your sweet comment.
This is beautiful. I love the image so much. The only thing better than 3 is 4. ❤ Preschool is the very best. You must have been as good st teaching as you are babysitting. I love hearing about your play dates with all those snack and chalk.
How gorgeous is the name Ainsley?! Wow!
My very favorite part: “Or think about growing old, time-knotted”
That is gorgeous. Will you write me a micro, haiku, or senryu with that in it?