Monday, December 22, 2014

The Holiday Party

One of the reasons that I chose to accept the position at the school for autistic children rather than the continuing care community was my belief that I would like working with a variety of ages, not just people close to my own age.

I was right. The teen-age boys at the school are learning simple household tasks and courteous conversation. "Howayou?" inquires Arthur as we pass in the corridor. Edward, who is about ten or eleven, I think, is becoming competent in Swiffer use, mopping around my feet as I sit at my computer. Even the littlest students are learning skills and social interaction; I was truly tickled the other day when little Michael (who has Down syndrome in addition to his autism) was using the paper shredder and when he encountered a bit of a jam was able to clearly say to me, "I need help."

Last week was the holiday party for faculty (everybody else) and staff (me). It was held at one of the teacher's beautiful homes. The place was packed. Because not just the teachers were in attendance, but their handsome young boyfriends and husbands. And their children. I lost count of how many people under four were present. Young moms were tending fussy babies and discreetly nursing while pregnant teachers were watchful, knowing their turns are just around the corner. One of the teachers wasn't there because she was busy being a bridesmaid for her friend. Mothers knew when their little ones had had enough, and took them home. And, for a group of people so young, they turned out to be darned capable cooks (everyone brought something to share). I had a glass of "Jingle Juice" that someone had concocted; it was delicious, but when I heard the entire contents, I put my glass down and went back to my bottle of Poland Spring. I had to drive home.

And when I got home and Himself asked, "So how was it?" I was delighted to tell him: "It was wonderful! NO ONE talked about a hip replacement! NO ONE is getting ready for a colonoscopy! NO ONE has a husband who was just diagnosed with COPD!"

Yes, I surely did make the right choice.


10 comments:

stitchinpenny said...

The joy is there! Sometimes joy is hard to find - others it is right in front of us. So glad you found the right place to experience joy.

Quiltdivajulie said...

Wonderful!!!!!

LizA. said...

So glad to hear that it's working out.....

Ms. Jan said...

Obviously, you are exactly where you need to be! I'm so gals for you!

Janet O. said...

What a fun read, Nancy! I'm happy for you to have found your place. : )

Barbara Anne said...

How soul satisfying and rich life is when your ministry is right where you're supposed to be. Not to mention fun!

Hugs!

anne bebbington said...

Wonderful!

Lori said...

Sounds like a great party.......now about that jingle juice.... :)

Patty Nordahl said...

So glad to hear of your enjoyment. You certainly did land where you belong. Have a wonderful family filled holiday.

richel martin said...

I feel very glad to read your blog and I wish you have great holiday party on weekends. Have fun with your family members and don’t forget to upload your holiday images. I am right friends?