For This Today

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Today, like many other days, after getting ready for school, I walk down the wool-carpeted flight of stairs from the upstairs to the main floor.  Feeling a little creeky and not fully awake so early in the morning, my hand loosely holds onto the rail for an added bit of reassurance. A muffled footfall echoes in the foyer as my slippered foot steps onto the hardwood floor.  (I’m fully dressed for breakfast except for my feet which luxuriate a few more minutes in my comfy slippers.  Just for a few more minutes before the on-my-feet-all-day shoes are put on.) So begins my day.

Later, when a scheduled meeting ends a full 45 minutes early, hee-hee, I head happily for home. As my red Sonata approaches the familiar two-story, gray house, the signs of various School Board candidates remind me that I need to vote before I leave on break. So, on a spur-of-the-moment whim, my foot pushes down gently on the accelerator instead of the brake, and I drive right on down the street toward City Hall where I know I’ll be in time to vote by absentee ballot.

I enter the glass doors of the stately, three story stone building. Its marble staircases and brass handrails beckon me onward to the second story. After providing the usual information, I enter the voting booth, carefully filling in the bubbles before the names of the candidates I support.  Placing the ballot in the provided envelope, my tongue wets the glue, and I seal and return it to the receptionist. She stamps it with today’s date. I smile to myself. I know it’s silly, but a voting pride swells my chest as I think how I’ve done my duty as a citizen yet again.  I think of the men and women who have fought over the years to give me the privilege. A warm feeling spreads inside me like maple syrup over pancakes on a winter morning.
I turn and trip lightly down the stairs. I think how wonderful it is, if just for today, that I can almost dance down the steps.  Not needing to grab the handrail, I feel like a teenager zipping down these marble treads. Tippity, tippity, tap.  Even the sounds sing out to me, calling me back to a time when injured knees painfully cried out with every step, up or down.  Then, the rail was my friend who supported me, helped me. I clung to her, then. Those were the times when I never thought I would be able to do this simple task again, pain free.  Tippity, tippity, tap. But now I can! And everytime I do, I thank God for this time, just this one time. Maybe tomorrow, the gift will be gone.  Who knows? But for this day, this today, I am thankful, and I skip merrily down the rest of the stairs, easily and carefree and joyful.   

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About bjdonaldson

I think of myself as a Renaissance woman with a variety of passions. If you visited me, you might find me hanging out with my husband and children. Our Golden Retriever would be lovingly near. I am a Literacy Coach/Reading Specialist at an elementary school where I provide professional development and coaching to teachers. Formerly, I was a Reading Recovery teacher, an interventionist, and a middle and elementary classroom teacher. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

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  1. I love the gratitude that comes through in this post – for your morning routine, for your right to vote, for knees that are currently functioning. Your description of your morning descent down your stairs made me feel the coziness of your home.

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  2. Very impressive. You wrote an entire, creative, descriptive, feels-like-I’m-there post in thankfulness to being able to use the stairs. Too often, we take such a blessing for granted.

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  3. I like the idea of getting to vote in the grand city hall! We don’t get to do it that way where I live. I totally get the feeling of pride in accomplishing my voting duty though. I feel the same way. Oregon is a 100% vote by mail state, but I always walk my ballot to the library to drop it in the voting box, because it does not feel right to just stick it in the mailbox.

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  4. This is a great piece of writing!
    I’m in a bit of a rush today so was quickly skimming over a few SOL posts from the challenge site. When I saw how long this post was initially I thought it might be too much for my busy mindset. Once I started reading, I was pulled in, joining you as you skipped down the steps and loving your writing style and ability to show gratitude for the simple things.
    Thanks for sharing!

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