Yesterday was a tough day at school for my youngest boy.
Too much energy and too little focus. A call home from the teacher. His little voice trembly with tears when he got on the phone. He's all energy and emotion, this one. A constant stream of wonder and noise. It pains me to know that his teacher doesn't get to see the amazing, creative, caring little soul that I know. He's one of 22 in a class and the time she does have for just him is spent trying to reach him, and teach him.
So when he came home from school we sat down over a cup of cocoa and talked about turtles. We talked about how turtles are strong and steady, how they always have their home, a place of comfort, with them when they're frustrated or sad. We talked about the little stone turtle I made for him, and I told him that he will always be his friend, and that he carries Momma's love with him.
He went to school this morning with his turtle in his pocket and his chin up, willing to try again today.
There are two more turtles on my work table, one has been promised to someone who's been very patient, and the other will be in my shop this weekend. This will likely be the last update until after the new year. I'll be taking the next few weeks to finish off some handmade gifts, some nagging tasks I've neglected, and re-group.
I hope you all are having a good week.