Yesterday at school we prepared apples to make applesauce. As I sat here tonight eating this amazing sauce I thought My applesauce is finally done. I’m sitting here eating it and thinking about how delicious it is the apples from my teachers tree and little hands that prepared it. This applesauce is made with love. Even though our class is a tad bit wild at times. The care each child put into cutting these apples was amazing. I will carry that with me when times seem tough. 🍎🍎❤️ I love how each one is them, turned the handle of the cool apple peeler. They were mesmerized how it peeled and the core popped out.
I was sitting at the cutting table but I could hear how each of them thought this was a magic peeler. I love the innocent of children. Then they came to me and with their plastic knives cut the apples. Some of them cut the pieces big, some so carefully cut them so small. Each child taking such care to cut and put it into the crock pot. Not one of them had ever cut anything before let alone apples. They loved it so much.
Unfortunately our crock pot wasn’t working is why I cooked the apples at home. We will bring it back to school cooked for them to try it on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see how they enjoy what they made. I love watching their faces and comments. They were so proud to be able to make something themselves.
So even though I feel overwhelmed sometimes I need to remember that they are so young and they need to be shown how to do many things. Cutting apples for our sauce was not one of them.
Beauty from Ashes. 