Today was a beautiful Monday as far as Mondays go. Actually, ever since I wrote about my perspective of Monday versus Friday, I have really changed my Monday perspective to be a rather uplifting one. This morning there was much chatter and buzz in the air. My students are usually quiet in the mornings, but today it was like walking into a live theater. I couldn't help but overhearing a lot of their conversations as they made their way from one end of the room to the other discussing their Easter baskets or their adventures or their cousins. 

As we made our way to morning meeting we discussed our Easter about ten to fifteen minutes into our math period. And truly, sometimes that conversation is much more necessary than crunching numbers. I was okay with that. What struck me was one of the stories my student told with the biggest smile on his face. This particular student always talking about his grandpap's farm. In fact, I have to say, he has told so many stories about it through his narratives and verbal stories that many of us also feel like we have been there as well. His Easter story was filled with whimsy. 

"My grandpap always does this awesome thing." He started with a smile on his face. "Easter morning he goes out into his fields and he hides all these eggs." And right there...there is whimsy. I had this picture of rolling hills and all of these cousins trying to spot the color in the midst of the green grass. He continued on. "What is even better is that my grandpap hides two golden eggs. But this year I was so close. I remember feeling something crunch beneath my foot. Turns out I stepped on the golden egg and my cousin found it and the ten dollars!" I responded, "Oh man. Well did you happen to find the other golden egg?" At this point the class was barely able to sit still because they were quite literally on the edge of their seats. "We never found it." The students gasped. They just couldn't believe this story. How could you have two golden eggs and only find one. I inquired, "Now, I bet your grandpap remembers where he put it." This students responded with another smile and hearty laugh and said, "Nope, Mrs. Amoscato. He couldn't remember either."

What struck me here was the fact that it wasn't the golden egg bringing the smile or even the anticipation of the golden egg. It was this idea that his grandfather had this awesome tradition, and he was so glad to share it with all of us that there was no real sadness when it came to the second missing egg. Afterall, all that glitters is not gold. 

Ironically, as I was driving home today, I was thinking about this same story. And I have truly never had this happened before, but as I was listening to the lyrics of a song on my favorite channel, I simultaneously looked in my rearview mirror to see the lady behind me singing the exact same lyrics I was listening to. I blinked a few times just to make sure I was seeing correctly, but there was no denying it. She in fact was listening to that same upbeat song as I was currently listening to. When you can see that love multiplying through the singing of lyrics, you know the multiplying love is well and alive in this world. Hooray for golden eggs and whimsical lyrics. A beautiful way to end this Monday.