Day 18 in 2023
It's been a long time since I was in a school so late at night that it was nearly empty and totally hushed. Likely it was all the way back to my theater days in high school when it was a fairly common occurrence for me. Back then my parents worried that I wouldn't have enough time for my homework, or that I'd wear myself out with the late nights and early mornings. And my mom, ever the loving caregiver and worrier, brought full homemade dinners not just for me but for the whole set crew several times. I have alwasy remembered that not only with fondness but with gratitude. So when I found myself mentoring the robotics team's drive team practice until 8:30 on Wednesday nights I saw the opportunity to do the same for Calvin and I jumped at it. I made my first delivery last night—BBC (broccoli, bacon, and cheddar) mac, clementines, and coconut macaroons. All lovingly homemade, all rapidly devoured. And it made my heart so happy.
365_2023, Robotics, high school, mothering 