adding an old entry from my private journal

Wednesday, December 1, 2004
6:17:00 PM EST
Feeling Happy
Hearing old Beatles   caitlin's open house
it is Christmas Open House at Dunbar Magnet School for the Creative & Performing Arts.The air is visibly vibrating from the excited calls of the children. Leotards, costumes, musical instruments & works of art of being flung about everywhere.At the door to the girls dressing room sits a young girl with her portfolio. A mom's eyes can see her beauty, but she is rather overweight and has skin that will be much better after she survives adolescenceAs I watch her some more, I can tell she is one of the special needs students. She looks up expectantly as each of the ballerinas come out. Now , you remember the tight & soemtimes cruel structure of middle school. The ballet company is like the football team would be in a regular school, they are the "cool people". I wondered why this girl would subject herself to the consending looks of some of those bun-headed bitchy-looking girls.I almost wanted to say something to the girls that pushed past her so rudely, but as an adult , I know my place.sometimes talking makes matters worse. Then Caitlin came out the door & rushed up to give the girl a hug. "Oh, I'm so glad you waited for me."she said, putting her arm around the girl, who was now beaming."Come over here & lets sit down & look at your pictures". While her classmates were getting their pictures made & after dance congratulations, Caitlin sat with the girl who had come all alone & looked at her art. one of the girls said "Caitlin , Come her" but Caitlin said "no, you come here & see this!" soon , a group of tutus surrounded the girl, exclaiming over her work.Me, I dissolved into a puddle of maternal pride& had to be mopped up later by the janitorial staff!