My Hope for Red River ELC

This morning my home smells earthy and delicious; there is broccoli sauteeing in the instant pot for fresh soup. The children are scampering around my legs and asking about ingredients and measurements and a thousand other questions about atoms and neurons and the make up of the world.

Chickens are clucking softly in my living room. They are visiting from a local farm and we watched them grow from eggs to chicks. They will be going home today and we will miss their snuggles.

I’ve been reflecting a lot this morning on the richness of these experiences and the impact these moments can have on little lives. Even just cooking with the small people and listening to their infinite stories and questions.

I hope the warm feeling of cuddling the baby chickens will leave a special softness in their souls for little creatures.

I hope the gentle way I speak to them and answer their questions will encourage them to embrace their curiousity and wonder.

The quiet times that seem mundane, the moments that make up each day, have an impact in these little lives and I want it to be a positive one.

Our days at our little school are made up of moments and my hope is that their moments, days, weeks, years at Red River ELC will leave an imprint on their hearts.

“A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove… but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.” – Forest E Witcraft