Sentimental Journey ~ When working in the classroom this morning I was putting away this picture I always put out the first weeks of school. It is a picture of me in first grade (maybe kdg.). Today as I was packing it away for one more year I realized all the meaning tucked in this time-worn frame. Because my mom was sick, my dad always cut our hair before picture day. He cut our bangs really short and then curled our hair (usually with spoolies). I remember the time and effort he took to get our bangs wet and tape them down and cut them even with our eyebrows. (Way too short.) And I remember how we sat on the stool in front of him as he lovingly and patiently curled our hair. (Usually a ritual saved for Saturday night for church on Sunday.) Today I realized how messy and disheveled my hair really looked...but on picture day I always thought it was beautiful...because my dad did. The other things I took in on this sentimental journey: the hand-me down outfit that my sisters also wore before me. I remember it was gray with red plaid. And...this picture is from Nanny's house. It used to hang in her bedroom. She had it professionally framed. Today I noticed the paper on the back and the label of the framer and the hanging wire. It's just a school picture but she must have thought it was pretty important to get it framed in such a special way. Today it became more important to me too. Today I decided to hang it up by my desk instead of packing it away. Today...the whole "picture" of this picture got a new meaning. Sentimental journeys will do that to you...and to a picture and a memory. #mydadwasthebestmom #missingnanny
Sentimental Journey ~ When working in the classroom this morning I was putting away this picture I always put out the first weeks of school. It is a picture of me in first grade (maybe kdg.). Today as I was packing it away for one more year I realized all the meaning tucked in this time-worn frame. Because my mom was sick, my dad always cut our hair before picture day. He cut our bangs really short and then curled our hair (usually with spoolies). I remember the time and effort he took to get our bangs wet and tape them down and cut them even with our eyebrows. (Way too short.) And I remember how we sat on the stool in front of him as he lovingly and patiently curled our hair. (Usually a ritual saved for Saturday night for church on Sunday.) Today I realized how messy and disheveled my hair really looked...but on picture day I always thought it was beautiful...because my dad did. The other things I took in on this sentimental journey: the hand-me down outfit that my sisters also wore before me. I remember it was gray with red plaid. And...this picture is from Nanny's house. It used to hang in her bedroom. She had it professionally framed. Today I noticed the paper on the back and the label of the framer and the hanging wire. It's just a school picture but she must have thought it was pretty important to get it framed in such a special way. Today it became more important to me too. Today I decided to hang it up by my desk instead of packing it away. Today...the whole "picture" of this picture got a new meaning. Sentimental journeys will do that to you...and to a picture and a memory. #mydadwasthebestmom #missingnanny
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