The good thing about living long enough to be a grandmother is that life gives us second chances to enjoy it. This week I went back to the Puesta del Sol elementary school to give poetry workshops. It's the same elementary school that my sons attended, more than thirty years ago! At that time I was a young mother and my only interest was for my kids to get good grades and behave well. My routine was a swirl of haste. I spent my life running behind time which I could never catch – it ran was faster than a chased hare! I'm sure that today the hours and days run at the same speed. But last week somehow I never felt rushed. I had a total of 390 students from first to fifth grade and I can truly say that that I enjoyed each and every one of them thoroughly.
Our theme was animals and the challenge was to write a sensory poem about an animal. The students could choose any type of animal: wild, farm, domestic, endangered or even an abused animal. Almost all my poets decided to write about their pets but there was no shortage of those who wrote about the animal that they have always longed for, like a dinosaur.
Ah! How easily they were inspired. Despite the fact that Spanish is their second language, the classrooms were flooded with beautiful words in Castilian that, hand in hand, outlined dogs, lizards, lions and unicorns. There was one blue narwhal. Two students wrote about their stuffed animals because they are also pets.
Several times when I looked up I seemed to recognize two little ones whose smiles I will never forget. Oh! How I would I wish I could be with them again creating rhymes and writing poems about their favorite animals. How delicious it would be to turn back the time and stop that soulless hare without worrying that the dishes are still dirty in the house, to that the beds are unmade. So here goes an apology to my boys – to those children who got good grades and who (mostly) behaved well. I should have not wasted so much time on trivial tasks.To life a BIG THANKS for allowing me to enjoy my students and now my grandchildren!. This time aroundI will do so without hurrying. Despacito. Like the song.