My Teacher

My second grade teacher takes yoga next door.  She did not know yoga was cancelled today and when she saw it was closed, came to have coffee at the shop.  The teacher/student thing is always weird for me.  She is Mrs. to me.  My daughter calls her by her first name because she teaches her yoga.  I cannot.  I do not call her by name.  Too awkward.
This is not any teacher.  She is the teacher that changed my life.  When I got out of First Grade I could not read.  I was in a terrible class.  The teacher could not cope.  It was always wild.  This teacher spent hours teaching me everything I had missed.  I would go in before school, stay late, sometimes even meet over lunch.  By the end of the year I was reading at a high level.  Only because of a dedicated teacher.  I have thanked her a few times.  She does not even remember it.  Life changing for me.  Nothing to her. 
Anyway, we sat and had coffee.  Chatted like she was just an ordinary person.  I was shocked to find out she only taught a few years.  She had her family and when she was going to get back into teaching she tried substitute teaching.  She did not like it.  She ended up working as a dietary aid instead of being a teacher.  Shocking to me. 
I miss having deep conversations with friends I have known for years.  Having people that I have private jokes with.  Now I have mini conversations with people I do not really know.  Some of them might become regulars.  We will chat.  I guess that has some positive points to it.  Maybe I will eventually make a real friend from the people that come in.
I have a few regulars.  One girl I went to high school with comes in once a week.  We did not know each other in high school.  Do not think we ever spoke.  Today we were chatting about grandkids.  Very odd. 
There is a young father that brings his two year old in once in a while.  We like to chat.  He is a good guy.  There are 3 boys that are regulars.  They are going in 5th grade.  Twins and their friend.  They are polite boys.  Enjoy talking to them.  They like knowing I call them regulars.  A Grandma brings in her granddaughter at least once a week.  Not bad for just starting out. 
One of my closest friends from high school and her sister come in every Saturday morning.  We have coffee and chat.  I really look forward to that.  It is fun to have her there.  She loves coming into the shop.  She was off work today and came in and spent time with me. 
A Grandma brought in her grandson the other day as a reward for using the potty.  She was very proud.  In typical boy fashion he acted like he did not care.  I hope this business succeeds so that down the road that little boy will remember his Grandma bringing him into the candy shop.
I meet people I have never seen before.  One couple Saturday, one couple today.  They moved to Dwight within the last couple of years.  Very friendly.  They seemed to enjoy having a place to stop in.  The couple today sat down and had some coffee.  We talked about nothing in particular.
You know my other regular.  She was in today.  She comes in about three times a week.  My teacher friend was there so she did not chat.  Happy Day!
I put in quite a few extra hours working today.  The shop closed early, there was still quite a bit to do.  I got a new line of gift items.  Lots of organizing to get the line ready to sell.  It felt like Christmas.  Too much fun.
Just another Monday in the candy shop.