Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Z is for Z and Beyond



"You'll be sort of surprised what there is to be found once you go beyond 'Z' and start poking around!~Dr. Suess

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-aye!  I did it.  Will I do it again? Hmmm...don't know yet.  Ask me after I've gotten some Zzzzz's.
Okay, I probably will, and know why?  Because doing this challenge has forced to change my 'thinking'. It's forced me to stop repeating to myself what I would never, never, ever, ever, in a zillion years ever say to my students, my own children, friends, family, or the stranger in the grocery line... and for some reason I thought it was okay to say to myself!
   "I can't write something everyday...No one would be remotely interested in reading my 'jibberish'...I can't possibly be inspiring, motivating, interesting..."
So with that I would like to thank those who have stopped by to visit.  Although you didn't leave messages, I know you were there!
Thank you for those that did leave messages.  You have encouraged me more than you will ever know!
 And most of all thank you little blogging community...you are an interesting bunch...artisitc...ecclectic...outside the box thinkers...risk takers... you look at life and chronicle it for everyone to see...'kinda like'... what I hope for my students and own girls.
The Lesson
Life is much too short to just let it pass by and end up wondering this...


"Sometimes I wonder about my life.  I lead a small life-well valuable, but small- and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or I haven't been brave?  So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?"

So thank you all again...for teaching me countless lessons...and for being brave!

Love,

Teacher-Mom

Monday, April 29, 2013

Y is for Year!

The Year of a Teacher in Y's!
Yikes!... the day before the day before school. We get that feeling too.
Yearning!...watching your old class walk by in a perfectly straight line as you're trying to teach your new ones how to do it right.
Yelling!...biting your tongue and taking a deep breath when those routines are just being learned.
Yesterday!...As in, "What do you mean you don't remember, didn't I just teach that to you      yesterday?"
Yes!...What you say when they finally get it.
Yuck!...science projects lurking in desks or cubbies, all those fluids that come out of them, that feeling you get when one of those lovelies sneezes on you!
Yet!...what you interject with when they say, "I can't do it ___!"
Yeehaw!..what we say when the end of the year comes...but we really do love your babies...really we do... yust read the next Y.

And finally (not really as this is a work in progress)
... and too, I had to make up a word!

Yondering!...Hopes and prayers for a great future for those kiddos and what this teacher does the last day of school while she sits in that empty classroom...and cries just a little bit...or a lot because she already misses them!

Love,

Teacher-Mom

Saturday, April 27, 2013

X is for X'tercise!

     I'm starting a new weight loss program! It doesn't require any special equipment.  All you need is an empty area, several willing friends, and tightly laced shoes.  This program will tickle your funny bone, so much so that you might want to make sure you use the potty before you start.  It has been endorsed by thousands of little experts in the field of education.  Want to know what it's called?  It's called...
play!

play!



PLAY!

The Lesson
I was determined to get out and get my kiddos moving this week.  I had plans. Had.  But the moment and the movement took us other places and we just went out and acted like rainforest animals.  This new program was a succes. Know how I know that? This question sums it up.
"Teacher, are we going to go out and x-tercise today??"

Love,
Teacher-Mom

Thursday, April 25, 2013

W is WOW!



     I think I'm getting the hang of this A-Z Challenge.
(Yes I realize it's almost over)
     It's teaching me how to 'think' about writing everyday. It's forcing me to 'string words' together more effectively.  I'm finding inspiration everywhere and I've also realized that perhaps God brought this challenge upon me in order to put a natural talent to the test. It's making me look at everything around me with a different set of eyes. I find myself asking, "How can I describe this in a story so that I can convey a feeling."
     So, with that I hope this (based on actual facts) true story leaves you saying...
     She wondered when her day would come to read to the pretty principal.  Each week her teacher would call names and hers never came out of Teacher's mouth.  This would make her a little sadder each day.  She liked the books Teacher gave them.  She liked the pictures, but she didn't know why she couldn't figure out those squiggly lines.  Teacher kept telling them that they said words but to her they just looked like squiggly lines.  
     When she finally understood that those lines matched sounds her teacher described, it started to make sense. Those squiggly lines made their own unique form and those forms were called letters.  It was still very hard to remember which form matched which corresponding sound that Teacher made.  It was frustrating and that made her a little sad too.  But she kept on trying.  
     Then one day she got to sit at the Teacher's Table.  When Teacher showed her a picture and had her match it to three forms it started to make a little more sense to her.  Those forms matched the picture.  Everywhere she looked the same forms made the same sounds and they matched the picture in her head.  But it was still so hard to remember them all. 
     Teacher gave her little books to take home. She took those little books and she practiced them over and over again with her mommy.  Sometimes her mommy would sigh, let out a long breath and rub her head.  She only saw her teacher do that once.  After that one time she got to go to the Teacher's Table more often.  She even got to stay after-school and practice with the other Super Readers.  She liked doing that.  She loved having special time with Teacher.  
     Everyday she would practice with Teacher.  Everyday she would practice with Mommy.  Everyday she hoped she would be chosen to go visit the pretty principal that called her Princess.  Everyday she was disappointed.  But she still kept practicing.  She wasn't giving up.  
     Then one day, when she wasn't expecting it, Teacher called her name!  It was her turn to read to the pretty principal!  She took her book home to practice.  She read it over and over again.  She was going to be ready.  
     When the day came, she and two friends walked to the office.  The office ladies smiled and said good morning.  They told them to sit and wait on the big chairs.  Big kids came in and looked at them.  Scary.  Big teachers came in and looked at them.  Scarier.  She hugged her book closer to her heart.
     Then it was her turn.  The pretty principal said good morning.  She asked her about her book.  She asked her if she was ready.  She told her that she was ready with a nod.  She took a big breath.  She held her book tightly in her hands.  Her heart beat quickly.  She took another deep breath.  The pretty principal told her to take her time. She inhaled again. Paused....and she read those squiggly lines!  She read those forms!  She read those words!  She read the entire book to that pretty principal and when she was done she got to choose a sparkly pencil! She was excited about that, but she was most excited about what the pretty principal told her.  She told her she was proud of her!  She was proud of herself too.
     That afternoon when she got home and saw her momma she couldn't hold it in any longer.  She burst into tears.  Her momma got scared.  She asked her what was wrong.  She asked her what had happened to make her so sad.  She couldn't talk.  She was sobbing too hard.  She couldn't calm herself down.  Her momma was getting very worried.  "What happened," she asked again.  "Did someone hit you? What happened?"  She finally calmed down enough to get the words out. "No Momma.  I did it! I did it! After all the practice, I did it! I can read! I'm so happy!"
     Her momma went to Open House that evening.  She shared the story with Teacher.  And they all sobbed tears of joy.  She did it!
The Lesson

Don't give up on them. 
Thanks Patty.  I hope I did it justice!  

Love,
Teacher-Mom

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

V is for Vegetables

     I'm really stretching with this one folks. But nonetheless I did find something to relate to the letter V.
     Today students V is for vegetables.  They stand for the kind of on the fly activity I had the kiddos participate in today.  Remember how Earth Day was on Monday? Well, I had all these plans for activities centered around celebrating this great world we have all been blessed with.  I wanted to paint huge globes.  I wanted them to make concentric circles out of different colored construction paper that illustrated the progression from "Me-My Room-My Neighborhood...all the way to My World.  It wasn't an original idea.  I got it off of Pinterest...love Pinterest!
     Anyhow, that and several other hundred plans got interrupted by something or the other.  That's pretty much how planning goes for me.  It's a pain sometimes.  It's hours of thinking, researching, and prep work for a huge let down sometimes.  But it's okay. I've learned to be flexible.  I don't sweat the small stuff anymore when it come to that part of my job.  What's that saying?  Something about "the best laid plans."  I can't recall the rest right now.  I'm too pooped  to pop!
     So as I was saying, I had all these grand plans and well time got away from me and the kiddos.  I wanted them to plant seeds for Earth Day.  It was going to be our little contribution to the world.  Well we didn't get to it until today.  So I took all 392 little excited chillens and while I was calling them over one by one to plant their, Mother's Day Salads in a Pot,

 I learned something new about many of my kiddos.  Most of them had never planted a seed.  Some of them did not know that you need to fill the pot with soil first, then plant the seed.  Some of them drowned their seeds. Some of them barely sprinkled their soil.

     So my plans?  Well I think it was a God thing that all my plans got tossed about.  The children had fun being little gardeners.  I had fun teaching them something new.  And well, we got a head start on our Mother's Day gifts to boot!  Yippee!!!


     Now that I look back at this post, I probably should have titled it...V is for Venting.  Thanks for indulging me!

Love,
Teacher-Mom
 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

U is for Uh oh!

      "Friends, who likes to go shopping with their Momma?"  All hands shot up.  "Who's Momma likes to shop at this store right over here?" I pointed in a random direction. "Well you know what I saw this weekend that made me very sad?" All eyes went blink...blink...blink.  "I saw this little person," you have to say 'person' to keep it general, " and this little person was taking all the toys off the shelf and throwing them around!" Gasps filled the room. "Now you know what I thought?" The blank stares looked back at me. No one dared to answer this trick question. They're so smart!
(Bueller...Bueller...anyone...anyone)
"Well I thought to myself, I feel so sorry for that person's teacher because if I were that person's teacher I would be so embarrassed because my students would never act like that in a store. Would you??"  I eyeballed each and everyone of those little cherubs and they all gave me their word that they never would. Uh-uh. No way!
     That's how I get the point across about acting well regardless of where you are and who you're with.  My students generally promise to behave...everywhere.  I guess they have a fear of "The Teacher" watching them. In my 17 years of teaching I have never had the opportunity to see if the threat works.
 Until this past weekend.
( Everyone practice with me. Point index finger and middle finger at eyes...turn index finger and middle finger and point them at children and mouth the words..."I'm watching you"... Repeat)

      It was by accident and surprised the heck out of me. It reminded me that I too have to watch what I do and say in public.
(No, I didn't say a swear word...at least I don't think I did...did I? Let me think...nope, didn't)
     I was running errands at a well known store that starts with a big W.  This particular establishment is a good ways away from the neighborhood my students live in.  I never run into any of my students. Never.
      I was minding my own business when I heard an overhead announcement paging someone to automotive.  The name of the person was the same as one of my students.  This name is very unusual. I thought to myself, "Noooo, it couldn't be. Not here. Noooo."  I went about my business.  The next school day I called my student over.
(muahahahaha...evil laugh)
      "You were shopping yesterday weren't you?  You got away from your Grandma and she had to have the employees call you to automotive, didn't she? You were messing around in the toy department weren't you? Grandma told you to stay with her and you didn't listen. Did you? Know how I know?"
 The look on his face was classic. Mouth and eyes opened wide.  Astonishment? Fear? Surprise? All of them! It said...
"Uh-oh, she is everywhere!"



















The Lesson
Years ago, when I was first starting on this teaching journey, when teachers went to workshops on a regular basis, I attended one on discipline.  I remember that the presenter was hilarious, kept us all engaged, and had extensive experience working with inner-city kids.  One thing he said about disciplining kiddos is to "mess with them".  He was describing how to divert the attention of students who are particularly challenging.  "Go over to that child who refuses to listen and start saying stuff like 'I was at the store this weekend. Had to buy dog food. Now there's dry dog food. Canned dog food. Food in 10 lb. sacks. Food in 50 lb. sacks...' See what I mean? Mess with them!"

It works. Really!


Love, 
Teacher-Mom

Monday, April 22, 2013

T is for Towanda!

      "A lady always knows when to leave."

 "Mom, is it okay if I wear my high-heels to the store?"  I turned and looked at the more fashion (ahem) eclectic of my two girls as she walked out of her room.
(blink...blink...giggle...giggle...smirk)
       I averted my face to hide my reaction and caught the look on GWH's face.  He glanced at me. I glanced at him and in about 2.5 milliseconds we exchanged a mental conversation.  His look said, "Wow, check it out.  Are you really going to let her out like that?" Mine responded with "I'm not going to say anything to her. Heck no, and face the wrath of 'the bear' no way! You tell her something but let me leave the room before you do." 
(neither one of us has the nerve to mess with uh... squash her artistic style...yeah we're wimps) 
    We both raised eyebrows and shook our heads at her most recent wardrobe ensemble.  Brown, faux suede mini skirt, with fringe, purple blouse with a studded hot-pink butterfly on the tummy and white high-heels on her, "I can't dance, my feet are too chubby," little tootsies.
**when Glitterific Girl was 3 she tagged along to B'Girl's dance class, the dance instructor asked, "Why aren't you signing up for dance", she remarked with the aforementioned line...she's still using it...it didn't work then and it still hasn't worked...she dances.**
     "Get in the car. We've got things to do." I tried really hard to hide the giggle in my voice. I looked back at GWH.  He was still shaking his head. 
(she wears a uniform all week. What can I say...yes we do realize we are going to have to frisk her and search her backpack before she heads off to high-school when that time comes...aye!)
     As she climbed in the car she piped up with, "I like my high-heels, Mom. They make me feel like a lady. Mom, what's a lady?"  
     There are few questions that catch me off guard.  This one did.  This question jerked at my heartstrings.  It brought a tear to my eye and it reminded me of a movie I love, the universal lesson it taught me about women and their relationships, and the very special women in my life that embody the word...

      It was 1991. I was 5.  GWH and I stumbled into a movie theater when $20 could get you two tickets  a large popcorn and two soda-pops.  
(excuse me while I mourn my youth...okay, pity party over)
     As I was saying, we stumbled into a cool movie theater one afternoon, mostly to get out of the blazing hot sun.  Neither one of us had air conditioning in our cars and it was at least 135 degrees that day.
(well, maybe not really that hot...anything over 90 is too hot in my world and I'm getting to it already!)
     Anyhoo, GWH and I stumbled into the theater and this...

was the only thing showing at that time.  We ordered our snackies and proceeded to the empty theater.  The movie came on after the hour long previews. 
(and some things never change)
We sat back in the cool theater and I was pulled into a whirlpool of emotions.  It is a "chick-flick".  One of the very few GWH has enjoyed with me and one we still enjoy...at least I do.
     When I left the theater I remember having a persistent feeling that this movie would hold an enormous amount of meaning for me at a later time.
(Now that I think about it, I know it was my Angels tapping me on the shoulder saying, "Remember this. You will relate to all these women one day.")
       Little did I know that in my life since then I would build and experience relationships with women not unlike those of Idgie and Ruth as well as Evelyn and Ninny.  I didn't know that I would be gracefully mentored by women who would leave this world too soon but not before they taught me something about life.  I also did not know then that the word Towanda would signify what I want my own daughters to aspire to.  
     Towanda to me means a woman who embodies grace, strength, tenacity, gumption, intelligence, and wisdom.  I pray that God brings women into my girls' path who will help guide them on this life's journey as He has for me. I would like to thank all those women in my life who have done this for me!  You are special to me.  You are my Comadres and I love you!  
    
The Lesson
Mostly though, I pray that my girls live life so fully that at the end of the day they can say this...


 Love,

Teacher-Mom

Sunday, April 21, 2013

S is for Silliness vs. Stressed




















    
      So friends, after the last post a little bit of silliness is completely in order.  See the above pieces of art work?  They remind me that life is much too short to be serious all the time.  They also illustrate perfectly how I like to look at life when things are getting much too heated, sad, stressed, or just completely uncomfortable. Some people may call it avoidance, annoying, childish...I call it not taking myself or life too seriously.  I so appreciate those people around me who see life the same way.  
  Just like a kiddo!

     

So, whattaya waiting for?  Next time you see a mud puddle...jump in.  Oh, and make sure you invite me!
Happy Earth Day!
Love,
 Teacher-Mom

      

Friday, April 19, 2013

R is for Reaffirming Realities

     I usually try to focus on the positives that come with my profession. There's just too much negativity in this world to waste my energies elsewhere.  I try to share them here with whomever wants to read them. However, there are times that the ugly realities of life hit me full force and I find it hard to stay positive and find the humor in situations.  It's moments like these that I question if I made the right career choice.  As I've said before, there comes an element of guilt with this professon.  I feel that I, at times, lay my own children at the alter of teaching.  It's hard to deal with that reality.
Very.
       Then something happens that reaffirms my committment to not only the children I gave birth to, but to those that I share for just a short while.  It puts wind back into my sails and I know I am where I'm supposed to be and that this career...it chose me!
 
Me and my dad were together.
But then he got in trouble.
There was a police
on

 
the back of my dad.  And he was in jail..
 I missed him.  Then my mom took me to see my dad.
  Me  and my dad were crying. I said, "I love you."



The Lesson
This is reality for so many children.  That's why it is so important to make those hours they are with us memorable, positive, and life altering.  Children give their love freely and without reservations of any sort.
When my own daughter exclaims, "Mom, those kids really love you!" That also is a pleasant Reaffirming Reality...and a blessing, most of all! 

Love,
Teacher-Mom 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Q is for "Quotes", Quitting and Quiet

     It was one of "those days". 
     One of those days where you find yourself staring at the coffee pot hoping that by some magical force it will pour itself. You hear the "tink...tink..tink-tink" of the warmer plate restarting and it forces you out of your stupor.
     "What were you thinking?" Your little inner voice whines nags. "You know you're a bit of a perfectionist. You know you don't believe in starting something and not following through with it to the end. That's just not your style and you know you suffer from procrastination-itis. Really? Why do you do these things to yourself?"
     "Well because Voice... didn't you read my last post?"
(and why don't these voices communicate? Oh yeah 'cuz their really my Angels speaking and they like to argue)
     So after getting my coffee poured, getting Glitterific Girl and B'Girl off to school, I rambled into the parking lot of my own school, I got out of my car and...the wind started to kick up.
(aye-yaye-yaye!)

     Anyone who knows anything about kids and wind can tell you that the combination of the two...well let me put it this way. Have you ever watched one of those little dust devils sprout out of nowhere. Have you ever seen how they kick up all the debris and spin it in all directions in a mad-crazy dance? Well...it does the same thing to kiddos!
Insert child here!
 
And here.
Can you hear them screaming???

    It's on days like these, when you haven't had a whole lotta sleep because you've been up into the wee hours of the night creating...following your calling...not quitting because you're a determined person and too, that's the most quiet you get all day. It's on those days when one of those little whirling dervishes;called children, that the wind blew into your classroom, onto the carpet, along with all the other participants/friends in it's magical dust dance, pipes up and says, "Teacher, can I tell you something that happened at recess? Well, we're having issues out there."
     And the little air quotes that he uses send you into hysterical giggles and all your "issues"?  They fall to the way-side!
"issues"
The Lesson
Don't quit now! For this Momma it's the quiet that's keeping me going.
"Really"!

Love,
Teacher-Mom

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

P is for Passion

     What compels a person to do something?
 (That's a rhetorical question if you didn't already guess)

     What is passion? Who are these people we call passionate? And is there a common thread?
(more rhetorical questions...I'm kinda passionate about those...I like to pick people's brains...it is what I do for a living 'ya know)

    So, I looked that word up in my handy-dandy dictionary and I found that any definition for the word passion references everything from overwhelming need and desire to suffering. After about 34 minutes of real hard ponderising... (yes, that's a word I just made up and in Mom time 34 minutes is really only 34 seconds)
     I came up with some realia to illustrate this word for 'ya!
(and no I did not make up the word realia...it's a real Teacher word...it means real stuff...hands on stuff...stuff/stuff!) 


     I hope you enjoy!

What compels a man to dig an underground home...
     

passion!

What compels a man to build a colorful mountain...
Passion!
What compels a lady who could not read to go to college...
passion!
The Lesson
If you love something enough...if you have a natural gift for doing something...don't be afraid of what people will 'think' or say about you...who knows, you might just leave a legacy. And those little people entrusted to you for a short time? Give them a safe place to develop a passion!

Love,

Teacher-Mom


O is for 'Ogre'nizing




     "Whataya all doing in here? It looks like everyone's getting ready for visitors." That's what my brave Teacher Buddy asked as I gave her "the look".
(blinkety..blink..blink..blink)

     Then out of nowhere this green creature that vaguely resembled me responded with, "Argh...I can't find anything! Grrr...I've lost my keys! Rwoar...I am NOT an interior decorator! Do you have chocolate?"

      As she giggled and watched as 437 little "helpers" rummaged through 12 feet of papers, pencils, crayon pieces, bits of hard tack (cookies) and...and...AND...one little cherub piped up and declared...with a smile on his face...
(twinkle..twinkle...twinkle...)

"Teacher's ogre-nizing 'cuz it's Open House tonight and our families are coming!"
ARGH!!!

The Lesson
Jobs
Twain
Me
I am in great company!

Love,
Teacher-Mom

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

N is for Naughtmie Henriebudi Poynafingre

   
"Who belongs to this jacket?"
"Who didn't write their name on their paper?"
"Who left the cap off the glue stick?"
"Who took a bath in the paint"?"
"Who is whistling?"
"Who is making smacking noises?"
"Who belongs to this hair?"
"Who threw wads of wet toilet paper on the ceiling?"
"Who is running through the halls?"
"Who is banging on the hand dryers?"
"Who left their snack in their desk?"
"Who is breaking crayons in half?"
"Who forgot their homework?"
"Who colored in this book?"
"Who is stomping up the stairs?"
"Who dropped chewing gum on the carpet?"
"Who's mess is this?"
"Who keeps talking?"
"Who friends, WHO?"

"And who would like extra recess if we find him?"

WHO INDEED!

Love,
Teacher-Mom



Monday, April 15, 2013

M is for Mercy



Webster's Dictionary defines it as such.
a: compassion or forbearance shown especially to an offender or to one subject to one's power; also: lenient or compassionate treatment <begged for mercy>

But to the person who has been wronged, who bears the scars, who writhes in physical and mental anguish at the moment of offense and for countless minutes thereafter, this definition is horrifically unbearable and sometimes unattainable.

The Lesson
However, at that same moment when giving mercy to the offender is unfathomable, that is the same moment when, in fact, we must ask for it the most. Not so much for the offender, but in fact for ourselves.
 
Giving mercy-I pray you find it, give it, and receive it.



Love,

Teacher-Mom

Friday, April 12, 2013

K and L are for "Kinda Like"

     I'm cheating folks. Well maybe not cheating in the true sense of the word. I'm not trying to get one over on you; trying to convince you that combining the two letters was creative planning.
("These writer-reader folk  are way to savvy and smart for that," say the little voices...in my head)

     But cheating more in the sense that I have so many thoughts and ideas running through my mind, and I want to get them down faster than my fingers can type, and I find that by the end of a typical day which consists of stopping fights, drying tears, tying shoes, finding clothing pieces, making meals (or not...thank you GWH), making emergency trips to urgent care.... This Teacher-Mom runs out of time and energy!
(breathe...breathe...breathe...)
     I find myself flitting from topic to topic, trying my darndest to get them all down and combine them well enough so that y'all can see them and make them interesting enough that y'all want to keep coming back for more. And I find that this little A-Z Challenge...well, it's...
 Kinda Like teaching...

  And so I present to you some of the things that forced me to (nah...) inspired me to combine K and L 
The Bird Lady came and she was inspiring to me and the kiddos in so many ways!
Kinda Like...dropping Mentos in a bottle of Diet Coke!

We went out and experimented with our buddies and did so much more than just explore!

     And lastly, my original inspiration for combing K and L...

 

     Remember those simple games we played as kids when we didn't have a store bought item to fiddle with? Anywhere you go, kids, people in general, are more the same than they are different. I was talking with a group of Teachers and the topic led to how kiddos don't really play outside anymore. I said,  "I can't remember the name of this game I played as a kid. You used two sticks, you hit one with the other and everyone ran and hid then you..." and no sooner than those words came out of my mouth that someone, whom I know did not grow up in the same type of neighborhood that I did, piped up with, "Oh you mean kinda like..."
Kick the Can!
The Lesson
     There are some things that are just universal in their sameness. To have fun. To pique someone's interest, all one needs is nature and people.

So, I'm curious, what are some of your "Kinda Likes"?
Here's one from one of my students. " A toad is kinda like a frog but it's not slimy and has bumps all over it."

Love,
Teacher-Mom





Wednesday, April 10, 2013

J is for Just Because...

     "Get going friends. We need to get those little legs pumpin'! No stopping, everybody needs to move it, move it, mooooooove it!"
     That's what I say and I always think everyone is motivated and doing what I want them to do and then I look over and catch sight of the inevitable; the obvious, and a wondrous sight to behold. I see little people, usually girls, mesmerized by those little yellow distractions that pop out of nowhere.


     They have magical powers.  Something about them attracts and distracts their little minds, bodies and souls. They beckon the wild child.  They speak a language only they understand. They calm them.
     When I look over and watch the effect these little flowers have on them, I have to admit, I too want to lay on my tummy and make bracelets and crowns.
     Then just as I'm about to sigh deeply and interupt this mystical dance between child and nature, one of those little pixies comes up to me and invites me to the dance. 
     "Close your eyes Teacher. I have a present for you." I feign ignorance. "What could it be?" I ask. "Bend over Teacher.... there. Now open them. You look like a princess now!" I ask the question. "What was that for, honey?" And the answer is always the same. Those words are the most invaluable-innocent gift of them all .
 "Just because Teacher. Just because."

The Lesson
Accept those little tokens of love and affection from anyone. A very wise woman told me once, "Let people give you gifts, no matter how small."

Love,
Teacher-Mom

 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

I is for Imagications

     So, I peeked out my classroom door this afternoon as my Teacher Buddy was ushering her 4235 third graders back from lunch. I smiled at her. She started to giggle. "What are you up to?" she asked. I looked at her, beckoned her over with my finger and whispered. "Wanna run away? Come on, let's just start walking and see if they can catch us!" We laughed.
(I wasn't serious people...or was I?)

     It's that time of the year friends. There are a gazillion and one things to do. There are...tests to be given, shows to be produced, lessons to be taught, projects to be finished, walk-thru observations to be made, games to be played, practices to rescheduled, food to be made, laundry to be done...YIKES! I forgot and Open House is coming too!
(Time for some clever tidying! My tip of the day: Get over sized pieces of bright fabric, lay them over your tables aaaaand...shove all that "stuff" under them!)

     It's crazy hectic and it's also that time of year when I like to slide next to an equally stressed Teacher Buddy, link my arm in theirs and say stuff like, "Close your eyes. Okay, imagine a beach. Listen to the waves. You're wearing a big floppy hat. I'm wearing a big floppy hat. Now, what kind of beverage do you wanna  order 'cuz here comes the cabana boy...aaaaah....that was a nice imagication, no?"
     And the kiddos are feeling it too. "Teacher, can you take us to the real rain forest?"

The Lesson
Feeling stressed? Eat desserts and...make somebody giggle today. Imagications are the best!

Love,

Teacher-Mom
   

H is for Heartbreak

 


     "How are you doing?" she asked. "Not too well. I've never felt like this before. My entire body feels like it's on fire. I can't seem to make it stop. The heat creeps up on me out of nowhere.  It gets so bad sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy. It starts at my feet and slowly crawls up through and over my legs. It rises on throughout my hips and pelvis, and then across my stomach until it eventually consumes my entire torso.  Then it lingers there awhile in my heart, and that really hurts. With every beat it feels as if someone is thrusting an iron poker into it," She choked back a sob and tried to breath. "Then it continues it's rise and simmers at my neck and shoulders. When it's done consuming that part of my body, it continues on it's path to my head and settles there until the pounding and ringing in my ears are so intense that the thrushing of my heart trying to stop it closes out all outside noise. I feel like I'm losing my mind. When will it end? Will it ever end? Will I always feel like my entire body and soul are going up in flames. Will this all consuming ache ever stop taking over my entire being? Will I ever feel whole again? Will it stop hurting?" 
     She looked at her with sympathetic eyes. She held back a tear and she forced a smile. That's what this friend needed right now.
      She thought she felt her heart start to pound. But it wasn't. It was the echo of an ache from long ago. The echo of a pain, long ago forgiven, but not forgotten. It beat out it's dull reminder. "Did you forget about me? Did you bring someone to keep me company? Did you bring someone to share this empty space? I feel so much better when I'm not alone. I don't like being alone," it said.  "Sssh. Not now," she whispered to her heart. 
     She looked at her friend. She touched her arm, cocked her head to the side, she smiled and she repeated the words once spoken to her. "It will go away. It will get better. It will stop. You will get through this and you will be fine. I promise. Just hang on. You are not alone."

Monday, April 8, 2013

G is for Ghosts!

"I'm not gonna scare you...BOO!"
     From the time Glitterific Girl was still in diapers ghosts have been a topic of interest in our home. I don't know about you, but the thought of some...being...lurking in my home kind of makes me, well not a-scared, but uneasy. Not fearful uneasy but more of a someone is nosying around in my busy-ness, uneasy.
(And she has a blog? Really?)
     Like many others, I've often gone into rooms and homes and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. There are places I know...I just know...that something just isn't right. I've listened to friends and the like tell me their stories of the unknown. I believe them because that feeling is so strong inside them. I believe they have experienced something, so much so that they trust me enough to share. I would never deny them that.
   But to me, like I said, the thought of some other worldly being nosying around in my stuff bugs me. I'm sure it has nothing to do with growing up in a huge, noisy family and never having a single bit of privacy.
('cept if you count locking yourself in the bathroom, lining the tub with pillows and blankets and reading your book in there until someone screamed, "Mom! Mom! MOOOOOM! She won't let me in!"...Not that I ever did that...but just sayin'!...I have issues!)
     Anyhow, if a ghost is lingering in my home, I don't think there would only be one of them. I think their names would be Penelope and Eustace. Penelope is sweet, fun-loving, playful and always on my side. Eustace, on the other hand, is kind of an old codger who says things like, "There she goes again. Not tending to her chores. On that dang computer thang! Don't she know that vittles need fixin'!"
Penelope, as I said,is always on my side. She would say in her soft Scarlett O'hara-ish voice..with a giggle. "Now hush your mouth! Missus is creatin'. It's high time she got a bit of time to herself. And look Eustie, she's writing 'bout us! Oh I declare! I do so wish she tells them all that I have blue eyes the same shade as the morning sky. I do, I do!"
     So, on that note these are three of my all time favorite ghost movies.
 And if by chance the leading men in these want to come haunt me, well...I declare!
Cary Grant...swoon...!
Rex Harrison...pitter pat!

Patrick Swayze...Aaaah!

The Lesson
Well if  there has to be one, I think it would have to be to live your life with so much love in your heart that the people you leave behind can still feel you around them long after your physical body has gone... and you never know, someone just might be watching you.
 So watch what you say!

So, whattaya waiting for? Don't let the cucueys get 'ya!
 OOOOOOOOOOOO.....BOO!


Love,
Teacher-Mom