Little Feet… Big Footprints

Dear Reader:

I remember when I was going through mother’s desk drawers after she passed I came across this school project that David and his classmates had made for Mother’s Day one year. It was now tattered and faded-but it had obviously meant a lot to mother… for she had kept it all those years.

David died a quarter of a century ( 21) before mother and every day she missed him-David did love mother with all his ” sole” and mother loved him back with all hers… until the day she died. Mothers are like that you know…

I love this true anecdote Jenna Bush told about the morning her family got the news her grandfather, George H. W. Bush had passed. Her husband, Henry, offered to take the kids to give her time to process her devastating loss.

Out loud Jenna commented” I can’t believe this is happening right before Christmas!”

Her then five-year-old daughter said to Henry… ” Daddy, of course it’s happening around Christmas. Gampy had to get up there with Ganny to decorate the Christmas tree!”

Oh so heavenly… What a comforting image that little one tucked into Jenna’s heart at such a sad time.

So until tomorrow… Success isn’t permanent, failure isn’t fatal, and death isn’t the end… only a new beginning.

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

I love my witch’s wine goblet-now to think up a special brew! 🤣

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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1 Response to Little Feet… Big Footprints

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    ❤❤❤

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