A Pleasant Surprise

There has never been a doubt in my mind that my parents wanted nothing more than the best for my brother and me, that being our parents was what they considered to be the most important job they have, and in my years as a teacher, I have come to understand that this isn't a given for many people. My parents reminded me of this all last night.  Much like they always do, they did something to remind me that even though I'm all grown up, they're always thinking of me!

While I was at school running Academic Decathlon practice, I had a surprise visitor to West. The custodian came by my room and told me she saw someone at my car, and when she told me the person got out of a tan vehicle, I was especially confused and slightly concerned (neither of my parents drive that color vehicle and they're the only people with a key to my Bucky-mobile).  Before leaving the building, I instructed the kids that one or two of them would have to be my escorts; in the event something was totally wrong, I wasn't about to go down alone....When I got to my car, I found that there was no need for concern.  Anticipating my absence over the holidays, the Easter Bunny had made an early visit.  The kids and I all looked excitedly at my front seat and the Easter basket that sat there stuffed full of goodies (Cadbury mini-eggs, Peeps, Ghirardelli chocolate-caramel squares, a Starbucks gift card, Skittles, Starburst and Twizzler bites -- all of Brian's and my favorite indulgences) and then I looked to my kids and exclaimed "Everything is fine.  Get in your cars, and go home now." I have no intention of sharing...



Certainly that visit made my day!  It's always nice to have a little treat, and it's especially nice to know your parents are thinking about you.  Thanks, Mom and Dad!

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