
Kida was expecting cupcakes and Hi-C’s but had no idea that a pinata would also make its way to her class for her birthday celebration. The teacher got the rowdy and curious 2nd graders lined up to go outside and while she kept them seated and quiet, I hung the pinata. Kida got the first 10 seconds to smack the pinata. It rarely damaged. After she finished, a boy classmate who was about my height (I’m short and not proud of it) hit it about three times before it went down. There was a small break in the pinata but it fell because the plastic thingy where the rope loops through broke. The teacher ended up having Kida and three classmates she picked help pass out the candy so that everyone gets an even amount.
I learned today that 2nd graders are nothing like cute 1st graders (gosh, I miss those times). Second graders can take me and their teacher down if they really wanted to. They scare me but I like them. They are very, VERY curious. The instant I stepped into their classroom, they started to pay attention to me and started asking me questions about the food and pinata. I told them nicely and quietly to pay attention to their teacher who was trying her best to get their attention without going nuts. Of course, they didn’t listen and continued asking me questions right and left. It was almost comical how a few of them came up to me and said, “I’ll help you hold that”, then grabbing the Hi-C’s, the cupcakes, the pinata and the pinata stick from my grip even before I was able to say anything. I was standing there with my jaw open, with not words, but the sound, “Uhhh…” coming out of my mouth and a dumbfounded, “Sure” seconds after. I don’t know how the teacher does it: spending 5 hours a day, Monday through Friday with these kids. I would go nuts! They really should pay teachers what they are worth: gold.
I was watching a Vimeo video today from Fifty People, One Question with the title: “Where Do You Want to Wake Up Tomorrow?” where 50 people were asked where they would want wake up the next day. If I was asked that question, my answer would be, the day I gave birth to Kida. It was such a beautiful and spiritual moment that I would definitely want to experience it again. It is an amazing and miraculous thing to be able to give life to a living person who will one day grow up to live her own wonderful life. It is beyond anything imaginable.
Anyway, I am very happy that Kida had a wonderful time. I can’t believe she is now 8.
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View of the kitchen, dining, and entry hallway from the living room.
View of the kitchen.
Blinds
Empty dining taken over by my plants