At school I am often called the Origami Queen, simply because I know how to fold a few objects which have given the children joy.
Two nights ago, I folded a Ninja star, a crane, a boat, a box with a divider and lid, and a water bomb to give away as prizes after my demonstration at the Multicultural Fair. I taught, repeatedly, how to fold a jumping frog to small groups who came to my table.
Fathers reached across me for paper when I asked them to wait until the next set of instructions began. (You can’t teach a multi-step process at varying starting places to a small group of children no matter how smart their parents are.) One father came back to tell me that when his son won (the raffle) he wanted the third prize.
Ten minutes into the demonstration, all the jumping frogs I had folded to show the children were missing.
I came home exhausted.
But, this morning while sorting though the slips of paper that were entries into the raffle, I found this:
It’s funny how one small thank you can change my whole outlook. Thank you, Phoenix, for grace.