“How was your first day of school?” I asked my 8th grade niece, Mackenzie.
“It was good. Mrs. Chenault, my math and science teacher is really fun. And nice.”
Since Mrs. Chenault is a friend of mine (who is indeed fun and nice) I couldn’t wait to hear the 13 year old version of why this is so.
“Well” she continued, “when we walked into her classroom today the first thing she told us was that when we walk through her door we become her…”
My mind raced. “You become her what? Her slaves? Her work horses? Her personal projects? What? What is it that you become when you walk through her door?”
“We become her blessings.”
With an attitude like that I want to be in Mrs. Chenault’s 8th grade math class!
Which made me wonder: what if in homes all across America women had Mrs. Chenault’s perspective? What if, when my children walk through the door I think, “here comes my blessings!” What if, when my husband walks through the door, I think “my blessing just got home”? How would life be different? How would the atmosphere be changed?
What about in your home?
I’m betting that those around us would say we’re fun. And nice.
And I’m pretty sure it would be true.
Thank you Donna for your sweet words and thank to Mackenzie for sharing that with her family! I had hoped and prayed that each of my kids would be blessed by our first day talks and go home to share the news that they had become a “blessing” to me as they walked through my classroom at school! I now know that at least one did! God has become such a “blessing” to me and my family and my life that it was just a natural progression to keep the “blessings” flowing into my work! I hope and pray there were more “blessing” conversations around the dinner tables this week with more of my students! Thanks for sharing and keep the word “blessings” on the tip of your tongues and it will be much easier to see all of those people around as “blessings” and “be a blessing” to others as well!
Be Blessed, Michele (aka: Mrs. Chenault)