I have a few things that I wanted to write about, but as usual, when I have a moment to write something all the things that I wanted to say are suddenly gone. I hate that.
I know the first thing was about a song that I used to sing in church when I was a kid. I think it was written by St. Francis of Assisi. How did it go again...? Darn! Those Cheetah girls are singing in the background, how can you remember a song when another song is being sung? Baaaah! Oh...forget it!
I'll talk about shoe day. I was thinking about Em heading to school and I wanted to make sure she could put on her shoes without assistance, I also thought it was high time that Sir David learned to tie his shoes. So...I declared it shoe day.
Em and David weren't so thrilled about shoe day, especially not in the midst of it...A lot of frustration and tears...but we persevered and made it through successfully, nay triumphantly! My children are so proud of their accomplishments and will gladly show you how it's done at a moments notice. So go ahead and ask them.
Today was the third day that we visited the school. Today was just to see the class lists and who all the kids were in their classes. Yesterday we went to see the class lists, but they weren't posted yet. David asked if we could go see the classrooms anyway (he was so disappointed) so we walked upstairs and saw his teacher from last year. She was so happy to see us because David was going to be in her class...YAY! We really like her a lot and we were able to find out David's teacher and tour his new classroom when moments before it was such a disappointing trip. We started walking home when David suggested that we visit the kinderpak to see Em's teacher, I told him that it was probably empty and usually locked, but we tried anyway. We knocked on the door and surprise, surprise...a teacher was there...it was Em's teacher...we got to meet her...Yay again! Everybody's so excited about starting school. Day number one was just disappointing...no class list and none of the teacher's were divulging anything...oh well, it all turned out for the best, God is good.

Ooh, I remembered the song...I mean hymn...I googled it...

A hymn by St Francis of Assisi:

Make me a channel of your peace:
where there is hatred let me bring your love,
where there is injury, your pardon, Lord,
and where there's doubt, true faith in you:
O Master grant that I may never seek
so much to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved, as to love with all my soul!
Make me a channel of your peace:
where there's despair in life let me bring hope,
where there is darkness, only light,
and where there's sadness, ever joy:
Make me a channel of your peace:
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
in giving of ourselves that we receive,
and in dying that we're born to eternal life.
Make me a channel of your peace:
where there is hatred let me bring your love,
where there is injury, your pardon, Lord,
and where there's doubt, true faith in you.

I used to sing this all the time but I never really understood the words and when I became a Christian I left my Catholic heritage behind, so I stopped singing this song. It came to my mind the other day while I was painting, it has a pretty melody and I really listened to the words that I was singing, Wow! I never knew...I guess I should have a little more respect for the heritage passed on to me.