For the last few weeks I've been doing my "Welcome to Medicare" physical, as my doctor referred to it. So there was blood work, an EKG, and a bone density test. I also had a dental check-up. Now, this post isn't about those tests or Medicare, or even about growing old. Well, it is kind of about that.
I taught in our small town for many years. Taught a couple thousand or more kids. And now, many of them are adulting in our hometown. Most of them still refer to me as Mrs. Day
When I went for my EKG, a familiar face and voice awkwardly called my name. There was a little small talk as we walked down the hall and she introduced me to another former student who would be assisting. After all the explanations of what was going to happen (and they were pretty good at it!), we could talk and catch up on the years since we all left school. I like hearing about what's going on in their lives (another new school grandbaby is on the way 😊).
A few days later, the bone density test.
"Deb", an uncertain voice called. "Boy. Is that going to take some getting used to."
It was one of my former speech kids, now working in radiology. We walked down the hall, chatting about nothing important. She introduced me to a trainee, who ran the test. While the test was happening, we caught up, and talked about vacations and her family. All the while, she kept an eye on her trainee and made sure things were running as they should.
What's nice about this, is these are MY kids. MY school babies. And here they are. Adulting. Easing my tension and taking care of me. Like I tried to do for them all those years ago.
Oh wow, how precious! I always think my town is bigger than it is (I do live in a huge city - Houston! 😜), but I'm often reminded of just how small the world actually is haha. Most of the time I don't mind it except when I've run out of the house looking ridiculous
ReplyDeleteMy exercise instructor at the Y is a graduate of one of the high schools in the district where I taught. I am proud of her… she does such a great job. I see her with her little boy, too, as she picks him up from the daycare. She’s a sweet and patient mommy, too.
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