Dancing with the Queen

You could say, I'm an amateur throne builder. In our classroom, properly positioning students in large beanbags is an art and requires practice and patience. For many years, as a Special Education teacher,  I've attempted to build the perfect beanbag throne. One little girl, in particular, has often challenged my throne building skills the most.

In my eyes, she is a Queen and always smiles after sneezing; however, after sneezing, her beanbag throne begins to lose its royal luster as the bright yellow base begins to slide and shift. Her sneezing does not go unnoticed.

Seeing her tip and lean after sneezing, I rush to her side, gently nudging her back into alignment; Queens are adorable when they sit up straight, tall, and majestic--no leaning, no tipping. I see majesty in her eyes.

Sometimes I believe she sneezes on purpose, only to lean far to the right, sabotaging her throne's structure and perfection. She likes the attention; and so do I.

As she sneezes and smiles, I come to realize that God has a unique sense of humor. I see Heaven in her smile as she leans and dips, watching me run to her side. I am here, my Queen. Ask me for anything. Shall we dance? Your smile makes me happy; let's dance my Queen; you are beautiful beyond compare. Tomorrow I will build you a new throne; bright yellow and perfect. We can dance until then; a different kind of tipping and leaning.

My Queen smiles as I lift her far above her yellow throne; she smiles again as we waltz across the room.

I am a throne builder. Some day I will build the perfect beanbag throne. Until that day I will dance with my Queen.