Thursday, July 30, 2009
I feel like a human waste basket sometimes, or perhaps a basket case, but that's another story. I am the creature who accepts all things gooey and torn from my children's hands. I am the catcher of splashes, the towel for middle of the night throw up, the tissue when the tissue box runs dry and noses are still running.
I was the vessel for the babies whose conception was receptacle-like as well.
I am the holder of their dreams.
And for my students too. The gatherer of thick white paper, the listener of dear god great plans.
And now it is the characters who ladle themselves and their thoughts into my jumbled and too busy mind. Their gestures, their likes and dislikes, their clothing and their complaints.
All in all I wouldn't have it any other way. There is so much treasure in trash.
*note, I am feeling trashy today, so you can check out my post "Trash or Treasure" over at give a girl a pen.