I recently happened upon a news story that grabbed my heart, about Denver teacher, Kyle Schwartz, who asked her students to complete the sentence: “I wish my teacher knew…”. Some of the answers are funny, and some will break your heart, like: “I wish my teacher knew sometimes my reading log isn’t signed because my mom is not around a lot.” The project was so compelling that it went viral on the Twitterverse, (#Iwishmyteacherknew). Which led to an outpouring of answers from students all around the country. (“… that the reason I talk and laugh a lot in class is because school is really the only place I can be happy.”)
This project reminds me of the book PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives, initiated by Frank Warren for a community art project. Frank received more than a million postcards from all over the world, full of heart rending confessions, desires and regrets. Seems we all have something inside that we are afraid to say out loud.
You know where I’m going here, don’t you? After thinking about these projects, I began to think about what I wish my dogs knew. If only I could tell them.
Here are a few of mine; I very much look forward to reading yours:
I wish Tootsie knew that I’d give her more food if it wasn’t important to keep her from getting fat.
I wish Maggie knew that she doesn’t need to worry about dogs she has never met, because once she’s met them she always loves them and they have so much fun playing together.
I wish Tootsie knew that sleeping on my head makes my lungs unhappy.
I wish Willie knew that I am sorry that I am not the perfect owner for him because sometimes I raise my voice when I am tired and frustrated and the computer isn’t working and I know that he hates it if I yell out nasty words even though they are not directed toward him and I know he wishes that I never spoke in anything but a benevolent quiet voice and I wish I could always be that perfect, quiet person for him because I love him so very, very much.
What do you wish your dog knew…?
MEANWHILE, back on the farm: We are in lamb heaven, with lambs leaping straight up like popped popcorn kernels. We even call it “popcorn play,” because they leap up vertically from a stand, then twist their bodies and run sideways. Adorable. Three ewes have lambed (one set of twins, two singles) and Cupcake is overdue. Waaaay over due. I’m considering calling the vet. Or just having a martini.
Along with a Mother’s Day visit with his mom, Jim and I spent a heavenly weekend on the farm. Of course, we could barely get out of bed this morning, because we both worked like field hands pretty much sun up to sun down. Jim on fencing, me on gardening, working the dogs and managing the lambs. I swear I did so much digging, pulling and hauling of heavy things that I did it in my sleep last night. But, ah, the rewards! Here are some of the tulips from the little garden over Tulip’s grave. Oh my I love spring flowers!