Cliche Good Feelings

So, I just walked in (in my boots, mind you) from a gorgeous November day with a purse full of red and yellow construction paper cards decorated with markers, crayons, and cloth leaves. No, I didn't just get back from Trinity Preschool, circa 1996, I just got back from running mock interviews for the Spanish-speaking students at the middle school I've been volunteering at. All the kids at the school are participating in an event called "Biztown," which teaches them about finances and the professional world of careers and such, and today was the day they interviewed for the positions they want. Some wanted to be radio DJs, telling me about their experience in "mixing beats," and others wanted to be designers, CEOs, and IRS agents. They told me they want to give speeches like Barack Obama, their idol is their mom, they want a career where they can boss other people around, and that the hardest part about the job would be getting the job. Some kids were in it for the money and prestige, those were my "mayor" candidates and others wanted a job that was easy and allowed them to directly connect with their customers, like owning a gift store. It was so much fun, and I realized that everytime I work with these kids and translate and help them and learn from them, the more I love it and the more I can't wait to continue doing it in the future. Call me lame, but the letters like this from the kids inspire me:

"Dear Kayla,
Hi this is Rose. Thank you for interviewing me today, I really appreciate your time. You really make a difference.
Your Friend,
Rose"

or

"Dear Kayla,
Hi my name is Jasmine and I want to thank you for your time and helping me understand. I don't know if you are gonna give me the job of designer but thank you anyway. I also thank you for saying that I make a great designer.
From,
Jasmine

PS) Look at the cover see I really can design!"

or

"Dear Kayla,
Thank you for coming to NEMS today and volunteering your time. You are quite incredible. You really care about the youth. I believe my next interview will be much better because of you. Thank you,
Alondra"

Templates or not, these cards make me happy. So cliche, but maybe I really did make a difference.

Well what can I say? I'm quite incredible :)

On this beautiful, sunny fall day...

Today I went to a funeral for a lady in town.  She was well known, well loved, and had 4 children and many grandchildren.  At the start of the funeral, each grandchild got up to talk about their grandma.  The ages ranged from about 9 years old to adults in their late twenties.  Each grandchild spoke so eloquently, everyone was impressed and touched.  Some spoke about favorite memories, about waking up at grandma's house in the morning, playing games with her, her favorite sayings, her baking and her cooking.  Some talked about what they learned from her life and how they are the person they are because of her.  They made her sound like the most wonerful person in the world, and I've no doubt that to them and many others, she was.

I didn't know the lady who died, but, listening to the stories about her at her funeral, I learned a lot about her.  She was an ordinary lady who simply lived and loved taking care of her family.  She spent time being a wife and mother, and then spent her days being a grandmother.  She cooked big meals that helped to gather the family together, she baked special cookies to delight the grandkids, she planned vacations each summer to bring the family together, and through these simple, routine things, she built up traditions that shaped every member of her family. 

Wow, what a legacy.  Sometimes I think, "Am I doing enough?  Am I doing anything that really matters?"  And after today, just listening to those grandkids talk about how their grandmother made them better people by simply being involved in their lives, I think I might be doing OK.  So, I might not make it to be a missionary oversees (who knows for sure, though) or I might not make my big mark on this world, but I do know that I've raised a good family.  And I do know that I'm looking forward to being the kind of grandma this lady was.  And now I think, if that is all I have done when my time is over, that will be enough. 

At the end of the funeral, on this beautiful, sunny fall day, each grandchild released a balloon in honor of their grandmother.  The balloons floated up into the sun and I watched them until they were out of sight.  And I felt peace, and I know that I am exactly where I should be right now in my life.