Progress

I am not sure that I like progress. I mean, it changes things. I am not against change, I have moved to six states and adapted just fine, but progress seems different to me.
We went for a ride today up to a small town called Greer today. We wanted to see how much snow was still on the ground now that we had had some warm weather. They got over seven feet when we got a mere five feet so, it was time for a road trip.
This little town is on the little Colorado river and it is very quaint. Or I should say it was. The cozy lodge that we have stayed in was surrounded now by cabins. Not one or two but like thirty. There was no fire in the fire place and the atmosphere had changed. I told Jeff I didn't like it as much and that there were too many cabins, people now. He said "that is progress".
I arrived at home to finish my "progress reports" for the children in my class and this weeks parent conferences. As I filled them out I was examining how much progress they had made. Some have made leaps and others just little baby steps. I have to say I relate to the baby steps. Why do we have to have leaps to be considered moving ahead? I did not let Jeff have our checks direct deposited until it was manditory. I like the radio in the car and he has the newest ipod and satelite radio. I like my old beat up comfortable sweatshirt from the University of Montana. I have purchased new ones, but I love this one.It takes me months to get my hair cut. Come on, I am not the model for progress. As I looked over the kiddos progress reports I contemplated what words I will use to talk to the parents. My kiddos with huge leaps it is easy, they will continue on with leaps. The small baby steps are the complicated ones. The parents will ask, when will it come, when will they get caught up, what will we do? I think the answer is: They are making progress just at their own speed. Does it really matter how fast we all get there or is it really more important to stay the path and make some progress.