Sahra's Archives: Moments Today

Often times I see things that others see as a negative thing. But other times, I see things rather negatively that they see positively. Different points of view of several different people. Today during the morning, I went to my brother’s class for sports. I worked on my Geometry for about an hour or so, and then we both had to wait on my mother. She was with my other brother with his sport, and we had to divide ourselves, which I don’t mind. So we stayed for perhaps about an hour later, and there was a private class going on. It was a little kid, no more than ten—maybe of age 6 or 8—different.

Different in the way where they played with him, different in the way he communicated with yelling, screaming, and crying. Different in the way where he sometimes didn’t understand or didn’t want to do much. It was only him and his parent. He is different. Where other kids may see him as a defect, or maybe not understand him as well. I do not know the kid, yet I saw him going through phases of different emotions all at once. Running around the place—anguish, sadness, anger, not wanting, happiness, and stopping. Repeating. The adults trying to get him to do what they wanted him to do—they did, at least momentarily—and then he started running again until he wanted to go back again. It was entertaining to watch, and it gives you another perspective of things as well. Blond hair, blue eyes, small child—a different child, who seems in his own little world, and his own little thing. Wanting to do what his brain was telling him, and he did. Thinking different. For sure, it was a joy to watch how the class went—it was joyful watching the child run the course how they wanted him to—an achievement to celebrate.

Kicking the ball to the other person, the smile on his face, a radiant one that made me even smile by looking through the glass. How different people perceive people, things around us, imagining. How kids think differently than adults, and adults than kids. How we try to understand a tiny soul and a big soul. How we try to understand each other, talk to each other, and try to help each other—at least at this moment, that is what I saw this occurrence happening. Wholesome. As he bumped into the walls and kept saying, “Almost done! Almost done!”

Afterwards, our mom is going to pick us up, therefore, I will be writing soon (1:19 PM).

4:25 PM

Now, I am home listening to music. My family and I made chocolate-covered strawberries. And we gave our mom chocolates as well. Tonight we are watching a movie with her to celebrate Mother’s Day. I also have school to do, therefore I will be focusing on that. I am almost done, I just really want to finish so I can start writing on Monday as soon as possible. I will be starting a little series on my social media about my book and what I’m writing! It’s going to be kind of slow—I just really need to prepare what I’m going to say, and do, and how I’m putting the video together, honestly. Lately, I have been losing followers, and I’m not really sure what the reason is, but I am trying my best to maneuver through it.

Today I learned that the true, amazing moments in life are the most wholesome, laughable, and unique ones. Maybe you can’t stop people from going away, but you can always try to invite more to be there with you. I’m excited as ever to share the journey with you all, and thank you for keeping up with this project. Since it’s Mother’s Day weekend, I leave off with saying Happy Mother’s Day beforehand, thank you for reading, and also enjoy your mothers. They are truly special, amazing, and unique people.

With care,

Sahra M. Shirley