Striving to be a better person

Our weekend last evening didn't end the way I really wanted it to end.  Thomas had forgotten homework and was trying to get it completed before it got too late.  Andrew was on the phone trying to iron out lesson plans with his student teacher.  Robert and Catherine were somewhat working on chores I had asked them to complete and I was trying to get laundry finished.  Everyone was frustrated and it didn't go the way I wanted.  I regret it.

But I take some solace in knowing that is not the person I want to be.  I'll never be a perfect person, but I am always trying to be a better person.  At the end, when it is my time, I hope that people will say that.  I think that is all we can really ask.

I'm a bit melancholy about things today, this the 16th anniversary of the terrorist attacks.  I'm subbing in an American History class of sophomores today, and it seems to weird to realize that most of these kids weren't even born when the attacks occurred.  Time certainly moves!