Ok, so I’m a big, fat liar. A few weeks ago I got sick of battling the case of the missing school supplies. The pencils and other school supplies that I have available for my students would not return themselves to the community baskets. So one night I cleaned out all the kids desks, recovering said supplies as well as filling up two trash cans. I also rearranged their desks because, well, it was just time. The next morning the whole class was just in awe. Surprised and wondering WHO could have done THIS? I don’t know what made me say it. It’s not like I had spent time creating this big myth. When they asked, I just said…”Looks like the desk fairy was here last night.” That’s all.
Well, I’ve been hearing them talking amongst themselves about it now for weeks. Somehow they keep getting more information out of me about this desk fairy. One girl asked me if he was small with wings. I said, “Oh no, he moves desks after all. He’s a big fairy.” And somehow they got the idea that if the desk fairy comes and finds a clean desk he’ll leave a treat inside the desk. And today it happened. I was having a hard time getting them to clean up the classroom at the end of the day and… I just said it. “The desk fairy might come tonight.” That got them moving but was it really right of me? Don’t know but it’s fairly amusing.
I was remembering when E and C brought Stretch home as a newborn. They lived in a very small home at the time. I remember that I laughed because although they had the bassinet in the room beside their bedroom next to a doorway into their bedroom, they still had a baby monitor right next to her head and the receiver right next to their bed. I wondered if they thought they wouldn’t hear an infant screaming that nearby without the monitor.
It’s all perspective, isn’t it. Now I’m planning to have the bassinet within arms reach because I’m a very deep sleeper and I’m scared I won’t hear the baby crying and it will starve before morning. I don’t have a back up person to shake me awake and say, “Hey, wake up! The baby needs you.” I know, I know, I’m supposed to have that mother thing awaken within me that helps me listen while I sleep. But what if that switch doesn’t turn on for me?
I shared that with my mom when she stopped by this evening. She got quite sentimental talking about when they brought me home. She said when you come home that first day, everything’s so upside down and different. Your home doesn’t look the same. Everything’s so new and you’re not sure what to do. She said she didn’t even know how to change a diaper before I was born. They had the bassinet in their bedroom and she didn’t get any sleep at all that first night because she listened for every breath and the pampers at the time made a crinkly sound with every move. She said she was tensed and ready to leap out of bed at any moment. The next night the bassinet was moved to the dining room. She had such a soft look on her face as she was talking about it. Not a side of my mother we see very often.