3, 2, 1…Gooooooood morning, class!

I’d like to say it’s my nature (it’s not). I’d even offer it’s the coffee (not enough coffee in the world). I might guess it’s the Zoom screen (I’ve long forgotten about the camera). In truth, it’s none of these things that bring me to life in front of the kids. It’s the kids–always and only the kids. They pull the magic from the hat.

I am an inhibited introvert. I don’t love gatherings. I don’t love eyes on me. I don’t love noise. But that all changes when the kids enter the room. I am transformed. It has taken me years to get used to my daily metamorphosis, and even now, after 25 years, it still feels…well, otherworldly. It feels like magic.

Has to be. It has to be magic, for I swear it was not there just moments ago. But when the kids enter the room (actual or virtual), it’s like, presto! And I come to life. And I think for those who have witnessed my animation from kids’ conjuring, they would find my above admissions of introversion a fiction. But, alas, I speak truly, and I, too, find the fantasy unbelievable. But it’s there. The magic–if I may call it that–is there. Every day. Oh, sometimes it’s not enough to fully transform me (I am decidedly human after all), but even on those days when my belief in magic falters, it is there. And it draws me forth, even when I don’t want it to. But it does, and I respond to and revel and rejoice in what must be the magic: kids.

Happy Monday, all. May you find some magic in your day.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.