My cousin, Lynn, reminded me that Hee Haw was part of our family TV watching...when we went to our Grandparents' house on Sundays. I think she is right. This dredged up more memories for me.
In a conversation with a "very young" teacher at work today I found out she was BORN in 1982...I know that it seems like a long time ago...but it's not, really. So I said, "Have you ever listened to a record player? Or seen an 8 track tape?" She said, "Yeah, I saw an 8 track tape in HISTORY class!!" I snarled!!
More memories from my childhood:
* Flipper the bottle-nosed dolphin
* Wanting a Mrs. Beasley doll
* Hippity-Hop
* Watching The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family
* Listening to 45's....And speaking of 45's:
* Owning American Pie which took BOTH sides of the 45 to play
* Playing "Ghost in the Graveyard" until very late at night during the summers
* Magic Eight Balls
* Casey Kasem's Radio Countdown every Saturday
* Chatty Cathy
* Operation Board Game
* Sonny and Cher (with Chastity) TV Show
* Tony Orlando and Dawn TV Show
* Mac Davis TV Show
* Glenn Campbell TV Show
And probably the funniest TV show of all....
* The Carol Burnett Show (and Mrs. a-Wiggins)
Thanks, Lynn, for helping me go back a bit more today!!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
A Flashback Moment
Tonight I am having a flashback moment. I am sitting with my ds 4 (who is 6) on the couch while he watches a video of the old TV series "Lassie". His brother, son 3, is sprawled across the floor with his chin resting on the elbows. Suddenly I picture myself laying on the floor of my Grandparent's home on Sunday evenings with the rest of my cousins waiting to know that our favorite canine is OK. And we all chewed Teaberry gum that Grandpa gave us.
And memories flood my soul:
I remember trying to learn to blow a bubble with that gum.
I remember getting excited when Tinkerbell would fly across the screen and announce the start of another Wonderful World of Disney
I remember waiting for Lawrence Welk to end so we could watch "the good stuff"
I remember the porch
I remember lightning bugs
I remember picking dandelions and thinking they were roses
I remember watching lightning dance across the sky
I remember the swing
I remember the aluminum cups that kept water so cold
I remember endless hours playing and pretending surrounded by cousins, aunts and uncles that I loved dearly
And tonight I find myself hoping that my own children have memories that will take them on a similar journey someday.
Who knows? Maybe sons 3 and 4 will recall watching that "old fashioned video" with their Mom on a quiet Saturday night.
And memories flood my soul:
I remember trying to learn to blow a bubble with that gum.
I remember getting excited when Tinkerbell would fly across the screen and announce the start of another Wonderful World of Disney
I remember waiting for Lawrence Welk to end so we could watch "the good stuff"
I remember the porch
I remember lightning bugs
I remember picking dandelions and thinking they were roses
I remember watching lightning dance across the sky
I remember the swing
I remember the aluminum cups that kept water so cold
I remember endless hours playing and pretending surrounded by cousins, aunts and uncles that I loved dearly
And tonight I find myself hoping that my own children have memories that will take them on a similar journey someday.
Who knows? Maybe sons 3 and 4 will recall watching that "old fashioned video" with their Mom on a quiet Saturday night.
Rigor, Relevance and Professionalism
My brother sent an email to let me know that I spelled "relevant" wrong in my blog about my dh on 8/15. He was right...and now it is fixed...along with the word "meaningful" which he didn't catch in his brief editing this afternoon.
As I fixed the word "relevant" I thought of how much I have been hearing it lately. Everytime I have a education conversation it seems that it comes up coupled with the word "rigor". This seems to be the new mantra in education. It requires that all teachers strive to make their instructional delivery both rigorous and relevant for all students.
This week in a conversation with a frustrated teacher, she noted that she didn't think she was being treated as a professional. She feels she is being asked to write down "every breath she is going to take" in her lesson plans. I reflected on this for a moment and tried to help her see that it is a new day in education.
I am now required to account for every hour in my day to the state department of education each week. I have not once thought that this meant I was not a professional. In fact, in many ways, it feels the opposite. They are valuing reading teachers right now and they want to make sure that our jobs help bring this rigor and relevance to the schools in which we work.
When we ask a teacher to document their instructional delivery and be accountable to it, I think kids win. In my own informal observations, it is often those that are mediocre at best who yell the loudest about this. Is accountability wrong? I don't think so. Will rigor and relevance happen without it? In most cases, no.
I guess it comes down to this----in my opinion:
accountability + rigor + relevance = professionalism
As I fixed the word "relevant" I thought of how much I have been hearing it lately. Everytime I have a education conversation it seems that it comes up coupled with the word "rigor". This seems to be the new mantra in education. It requires that all teachers strive to make their instructional delivery both rigorous and relevant for all students.
This week in a conversation with a frustrated teacher, she noted that she didn't think she was being treated as a professional. She feels she is being asked to write down "every breath she is going to take" in her lesson plans. I reflected on this for a moment and tried to help her see that it is a new day in education.
I am now required to account for every hour in my day to the state department of education each week. I have not once thought that this meant I was not a professional. In fact, in many ways, it feels the opposite. They are valuing reading teachers right now and they want to make sure that our jobs help bring this rigor and relevance to the schools in which we work.
When we ask a teacher to document their instructional delivery and be accountable to it, I think kids win. In my own informal observations, it is often those that are mediocre at best who yell the loudest about this. Is accountability wrong? I don't think so. Will rigor and relevance happen without it? In most cases, no.
I guess it comes down to this----in my opinion:
accountability + rigor + relevance = professionalism
Friday, August 26, 2005
A Quote to Remember
I have just returned from delivering two workshops in Atlanta with my friend and colleague Mellissa. She shared this quote with the groups that we worked with:
Readers are plentiful; Thinkers are rare.
This is so very true. If I could just help teachers help kids think deeply about what they read, I would accomplish my goal. I want to help them see that we are living in a new society that requires us to think critically about the text we read.
It sure made me think.
Readers are plentiful; Thinkers are rare.
This is so very true. If I could just help teachers help kids think deeply about what they read, I would accomplish my goal. I want to help them see that we are living in a new society that requires us to think critically about the text we read.
It sure made me think.
Too tired to....
I can honestly say I have been too tired to write this week! Life has definitely been happening and I feel like I have been in a whirlwind of activity.
Son 1 finally got his senior pictures taken last night. Son 2 is having his first soccer game tomorrow. Son 3 sewed his first pillow this week. Son 4 finished one FULL week of homework (thanks Grandma!). I drove to Atlanta for three days earlier in the week and have had literally back to back meetings ever since my return to town.
All of the activity this week brought was important. It was valuable and helped us and others...but it was draining for me. In July I told my friends, "If I get through July, things will slow down." Now I am saying, "If I get through August, things will slow down..." But they won't. Not unless I make them slow down. It means prioritizing. It means saying "no" once in a while. And it means being willing to skip some things I might otherwise deem important (which takes me right back to prioritizing).
Tonight, I am vegging. I am going to just stop and rest. I'll start prioritizing tomorrow.
Son 1 finally got his senior pictures taken last night. Son 2 is having his first soccer game tomorrow. Son 3 sewed his first pillow this week. Son 4 finished one FULL week of homework (thanks Grandma!). I drove to Atlanta for three days earlier in the week and have had literally back to back meetings ever since my return to town.
All of the activity this week brought was important. It was valuable and helped us and others...but it was draining for me. In July I told my friends, "If I get through July, things will slow down." Now I am saying, "If I get through August, things will slow down..." But they won't. Not unless I make them slow down. It means prioritizing. It means saying "no" once in a while. And it means being willing to skip some things I might otherwise deem important (which takes me right back to prioritizing).
Tonight, I am vegging. I am going to just stop and rest. I'll start prioritizing tomorrow.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
One additional menopause detail...
It occurred to me this morning that the lady who was throwing the fit at the window was in the box seats that would be equivalent to President Lincoln's. I'm thinking "Peter Pan Man" was probably glad to lock us all away from the rest of the crowd!
Oh well.
Oh well.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Menopause the Musical
Today I went with a couple of friends to see Menopause the Musical. We weren't five feet in the door before we knew that we WERE in the right place.
Last week, I purchased tickets online. All was well. I got the confirmation email. Now, you know that they never ask you for those things...so I left it at home. We walked into the large lobby of the theater and the room was filled with women of all ages. When we got to the box office, there was a woman in line being quite hormonal with the man tucked safely behind the glass. She was in a fit because her tickets were lost. I thought, "Wow, she really DOES need to be here!"
I walked up to the lady next to the man behind the glass and I told them I was there to pick up my tickets. They said, "There are no tickets, do you have your confirmation number?" Of course, my answer is "no". Inside I was thinking, "They NEVER ask for that!" She said, "I am sorry but I can do nothing without the confirmation number."
Not wanting to throw a fit like the lady next to me, I stepped away from the window and called home. Son 3 answered. I have him get the email...find the number and he dutifully said, "Mom, your tickets were confirmed for 2:00 on the 19th. That was yesterday, Mom." I'm not sure but maybe HE was thinking, "YEAH she definitely belongs at a play about menopause!"
Near tears, I looked at my two friends who had trusted me to get their tickets. I said, "I wouldn't have done that...we work on Fridays at 2:00!" Debra reminded me though that my head has been in a thousand places this week.
I marched up to the window and talked to the man in the Peter Pan shirt who had just finished being scolded by the woman. He said, "What's your name?" I told him. In my head, I was repeating, "I will NOT be like that lady! I will NOT be like that lady!" And truthfully I did pretty well until he said, "I found your tickets, they were for YESTERDAY at 2:00!" I swallowed hard and said, "Well, what can you do about it?" Just like it was his mistake. I was wondering if he was glad that this show that has been held over several times since May is ending tomorrow.
At first he said, "Nothing." But, in a short instance, he said, "Wait a minute. I can give you a box seat." I am sure my face told all..."a box seat?" My mind was thinking, the only box seats I know of are the ones like President Lincoln was sitting in when he was assassinated or the multi-thousand dollar ones at the football stadium. I said, "I'll take them."
We walked up to the second floor and, sure enough, we were escorted through the exclusive door to the "box seats" right up on top of the stage....picture the pictures you have seen of Ford's theater and we were in the box directly across from where Lincoln was sitting.
It was as if it was our own performance. And we enjoyed every minute of it. From "Change, Change, Change," sung to the tune of "Chain of Fools" to "My Husband Sleeps Tonight" sung to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." It was great fun....and a reality check at the same time. See, I thought I'd be going to see about something I have watched OTHER women go through and that I'd experience some day in the future. I guess my ticket-buying experience drives home the reality that "someday might be closer than I think!"
Last week, I purchased tickets online. All was well. I got the confirmation email. Now, you know that they never ask you for those things...so I left it at home. We walked into the large lobby of the theater and the room was filled with women of all ages. When we got to the box office, there was a woman in line being quite hormonal with the man tucked safely behind the glass. She was in a fit because her tickets were lost. I thought, "Wow, she really DOES need to be here!"
I walked up to the lady next to the man behind the glass and I told them I was there to pick up my tickets. They said, "There are no tickets, do you have your confirmation number?" Of course, my answer is "no". Inside I was thinking, "They NEVER ask for that!" She said, "I am sorry but I can do nothing without the confirmation number."
Not wanting to throw a fit like the lady next to me, I stepped away from the window and called home. Son 3 answered. I have him get the email...find the number and he dutifully said, "Mom, your tickets were confirmed for 2:00 on the 19th. That was yesterday, Mom." I'm not sure but maybe HE was thinking, "YEAH she definitely belongs at a play about menopause!"
Near tears, I looked at my two friends who had trusted me to get their tickets. I said, "I wouldn't have done that...we work on Fridays at 2:00!" Debra reminded me though that my head has been in a thousand places this week.
I marched up to the window and talked to the man in the Peter Pan shirt who had just finished being scolded by the woman. He said, "What's your name?" I told him. In my head, I was repeating, "I will NOT be like that lady! I will NOT be like that lady!" And truthfully I did pretty well until he said, "I found your tickets, they were for YESTERDAY at 2:00!" I swallowed hard and said, "Well, what can you do about it?" Just like it was his mistake. I was wondering if he was glad that this show that has been held over several times since May is ending tomorrow.
At first he said, "Nothing." But, in a short instance, he said, "Wait a minute. I can give you a box seat." I am sure my face told all..."a box seat?" My mind was thinking, the only box seats I know of are the ones like President Lincoln was sitting in when he was assassinated or the multi-thousand dollar ones at the football stadium. I said, "I'll take them."
We walked up to the second floor and, sure enough, we were escorted through the exclusive door to the "box seats" right up on top of the stage....picture the pictures you have seen of Ford's theater and we were in the box directly across from where Lincoln was sitting.
It was as if it was our own performance. And we enjoyed every minute of it. From "Change, Change, Change," sung to the tune of "Chain of Fools" to "My Husband Sleeps Tonight" sung to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." It was great fun....and a reality check at the same time. See, I thought I'd be going to see about something I have watched OTHER women go through and that I'd experience some day in the future. I guess my ticket-buying experience drives home the reality that "someday might be closer than I think!"
Friday, August 19, 2005
A Beautiful Thought
My cousin, Lynn, has joined the blogging world. What a beautiful thought she has on her blog about Seeking Thin Spaces. I have included her link in my "Blogs I Read" section. Welcome Lynn!!
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Lessons Learned/Lessons Shared
On my way home from work tonight, I called in. I have said before any Mom of boys will totally understand this phone call. It's kind of the "fair warning" signal that all had better be well in "x" amount of minutes. It's also a chance for them to "fess up" to anything that might need "fessing". Anyway, I called.
DS 1 answered the phone. He told me all was well. Then he said, "I am having DS 3 do his homework. I told him he needed to finish it before he got on the computer." Now, I admit that this son (1) is often called my husband's younger twin, but I wasn't sure I was hearing him right. I said, "YOU what?" And he repeated himself. This time he followed up with "Mom, I told him that he needs to not get into the bad habits I did in middle school."
Well...besides being almost totally speechless and wanting to stop and shout "Hallelujah!"...I told him "thank you".
So, I walked in the calm and quiet house with ds 3 working diligently on his homework while son 1 was working in his room. He called me later tonight when I was doing the Wednesday night soccer run (for son 2) and I said, "with the price of gas, I hate driving the 20 minutes back home to just turn around and come back 20 minutes later....but your brother (son 4) has to do his homework." He confidently said, "What does he need to do?" I said, "Well, he needs to read four books." He replied, "I DO know how to read, he'll be fine, I'll get him to bed for you."
I, again, couldn't believe my ears. It's amazing watching them grow and mature into young adults. This one could have chosen a different path, but he hasn't. Life for him (as he mentioned above) has not always been easy. Yet he is maturing and passing on the lessons he learned during those middle school years.
I guess that really is what it's all about. What we learn, we need to share. Thanks son 1 for sharing with your brothers tonight.
DS 1 answered the phone. He told me all was well. Then he said, "I am having DS 3 do his homework. I told him he needed to finish it before he got on the computer." Now, I admit that this son (1) is often called my husband's younger twin, but I wasn't sure I was hearing him right. I said, "YOU what?" And he repeated himself. This time he followed up with "Mom, I told him that he needs to not get into the bad habits I did in middle school."
Well...besides being almost totally speechless and wanting to stop and shout "Hallelujah!"...I told him "thank you".
So, I walked in the calm and quiet house with ds 3 working diligently on his homework while son 1 was working in his room. He called me later tonight when I was doing the Wednesday night soccer run (for son 2) and I said, "with the price of gas, I hate driving the 20 minutes back home to just turn around and come back 20 minutes later....but your brother (son 4) has to do his homework." He confidently said, "What does he need to do?" I said, "Well, he needs to read four books." He replied, "I DO know how to read, he'll be fine, I'll get him to bed for you."
I, again, couldn't believe my ears. It's amazing watching them grow and mature into young adults. This one could have chosen a different path, but he hasn't. Life for him (as he mentioned above) has not always been easy. Yet he is maturing and passing on the lessons he learned during those middle school years.
I guess that really is what it's all about. What we learn, we need to share. Thanks son 1 for sharing with your brothers tonight.
She Got in Trouble Again
Yesterday I got a radio call at work..."Mrs. N, can you go to the cafeteria and meet Mrs. C over an issue?" I answered "OK" and went over there. Now, it is not my job to handle behavior at our school...however I occasionally get called when everyone else is busy. Yesterday was a very busy day.
I walked into the cafeteria and Mrs. C was almost visibly shaking when she asked, "Are you here for me?" I told her "yes" as I glanced down at the discipline referral in her hand and listened to her tell me what happened. The child, Paula (not her real name), was a student that I had in my intensive reading class in third grade. She has been retained twice and therefore SHOULD be in the 7th grade this year. But she's stuck in 5th.
Anyway, she had trouble when they were lining up for lunch. Apparently, she got out of line to get something and when she moved back in...a boy thought she was pushing her way in. Words were exchanged...a push here...a shove there...and Paula dug her nails into his arm while standing her ground. Now, I am NOT saying what she did was OK.
When I took her out of the cafeteria, she had her head held low and tears in her eyes. THIS was the Paula that I know and love. She has always been like this...ever since she was in Kindergarten. I remember hearing her teacher say her name over and over again, "Paula do this...." "Paula do that...." "Paula put your hands down..." "No, Paula!" She always makes these rash decisions then shows great (and very real) remorse.
By the time I had her in third grade, she settled down some. She was frustrated, however, because she was doing third grade for the third time (stupid Florida law). But she really excelled in my class. She rose above it and passed the "test"...she gained self esteem and confidence beyond what I had seen before. She grew. She was less physical and more focused most of the time.
Back to yesterday: As we sat down outside to talk, she looked at me and said, "You know me, Mrs. N., I am a "fast acter" and when I get mad, I'm gonna' be physical. Plus that he pushed and pinched me!" I said, "Yes, I know that...but everytime you make that response, you always feel sorry when it is over, right?" She said, "I know, I know, I need to think before I act." I said, "exactly". I told her how I even sometimes make those decisions that I wish I didn't...you know, the words you wish you could take back?
Now, I know that Mrs. C. wanted her to go straight to detention. But, in my opinion, grace is not just for churches. It is only the 7th day of school. She deserved to say her piece. She deserved to be heard. She also showed remorse...and character... as she admitted her fault in this whole thing. She talked with the boy (with me present) and I think all is well between them.
Plus that, I can't imagine being in a fifth grade class with a bunch of kids who are supposed to be in seventh and lining up in a very small space....It must be hard. It's not just bodies, it's also hormones. I'm sure this is not the last bad decision she'll make this year. I just hope that being heard, and knowing that there is an adult that cares for her and her decisions, will help her stop being "fast acting" and to "think before she acts".
It's really a lesson we all could use occasionally.
I walked into the cafeteria and Mrs. C was almost visibly shaking when she asked, "Are you here for me?" I told her "yes" as I glanced down at the discipline referral in her hand and listened to her tell me what happened. The child, Paula (not her real name), was a student that I had in my intensive reading class in third grade. She has been retained twice and therefore SHOULD be in the 7th grade this year. But she's stuck in 5th.
Anyway, she had trouble when they were lining up for lunch. Apparently, she got out of line to get something and when she moved back in...a boy thought she was pushing her way in. Words were exchanged...a push here...a shove there...and Paula dug her nails into his arm while standing her ground. Now, I am NOT saying what she did was OK.
When I took her out of the cafeteria, she had her head held low and tears in her eyes. THIS was the Paula that I know and love. She has always been like this...ever since she was in Kindergarten. I remember hearing her teacher say her name over and over again, "Paula do this...." "Paula do that...." "Paula put your hands down..." "No, Paula!" She always makes these rash decisions then shows great (and very real) remorse.
By the time I had her in third grade, she settled down some. She was frustrated, however, because she was doing third grade for the third time (stupid Florida law). But she really excelled in my class. She rose above it and passed the "test"...she gained self esteem and confidence beyond what I had seen before. She grew. She was less physical and more focused most of the time.
Back to yesterday: As we sat down outside to talk, she looked at me and said, "You know me, Mrs. N., I am a "fast acter" and when I get mad, I'm gonna' be physical. Plus that he pushed and pinched me!" I said, "Yes, I know that...but everytime you make that response, you always feel sorry when it is over, right?" She said, "I know, I know, I need to think before I act." I said, "exactly". I told her how I even sometimes make those decisions that I wish I didn't...you know, the words you wish you could take back?
Now, I know that Mrs. C. wanted her to go straight to detention. But, in my opinion, grace is not just for churches. It is only the 7th day of school. She deserved to say her piece. She deserved to be heard. She also showed remorse...and character... as she admitted her fault in this whole thing. She talked with the boy (with me present) and I think all is well between them.
Plus that, I can't imagine being in a fifth grade class with a bunch of kids who are supposed to be in seventh and lining up in a very small space....It must be hard. It's not just bodies, it's also hormones. I'm sure this is not the last bad decision she'll make this year. I just hope that being heard, and knowing that there is an adult that cares for her and her decisions, will help her stop being "fast acting" and to "think before she acts".
It's really a lesson we all could use occasionally.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Teachers and Learning
Why is it that some teachers think that once they have entered the classroom, they know it all? I can't stand this. Everyday when I work with kids and in education, I realize how LITTLE I know and how much I have to learn. Yet, some people seem to think they are the epitome of teaching and learning and they have it all "figured out".
I once heard a presenter say, "Would you go to a dentist who had been using the same drill for 30 years?" Of course, our answer is "NO WAY!" Yet, we have teachers who have been using the same lesson plans for just about that long.
It's a new day in education. There is accountability that is beyond what any of us have experienced. I now have to send in an accounting of my daily activity (hour by hour) to the state department of education. This is because of the type of job I hold, not because I am a teacher.
When I started teaching 19 years ago, we had to turn in lesson plans "occasionally"...now we are telling teachers what elements must be present in their lesson plans. The "little boxes" that we used to write in simply aren't enough. It's not OK to be a page turner anymore. Page turning (doing the next lesson because it is "next") is for those teachers who DON'T know their kids. We have to teach KIDS and not programs! The "I-know-it-all" people that I know...teach programs. They really are not about kids.
I know that the accountability is about kids (even though some of my colleagues may disagree). If I went to a dentist who had been using the same drill for 30 years, I could make the decision to not go there again. Our kids, however, cannot make such decisions. Parents can. But they don't always. Some kids end up biding time in a room with a page turner. It could be any year, any state, anyplace. It really has nothing to do with who is sitting in the chairs of our classrooms.
It's time for a change. It's time to hold "feet to fire" and NOT let up until every kid has a quality teacher who knows him or her as a person and a learner.
I've got to go to work now, it's time to fill those cavities!
I once heard a presenter say, "Would you go to a dentist who had been using the same drill for 30 years?" Of course, our answer is "NO WAY!" Yet, we have teachers who have been using the same lesson plans for just about that long.
It's a new day in education. There is accountability that is beyond what any of us have experienced. I now have to send in an accounting of my daily activity (hour by hour) to the state department of education. This is because of the type of job I hold, not because I am a teacher.
When I started teaching 19 years ago, we had to turn in lesson plans "occasionally"...now we are telling teachers what elements must be present in their lesson plans. The "little boxes" that we used to write in simply aren't enough. It's not OK to be a page turner anymore. Page turning (doing the next lesson because it is "next") is for those teachers who DON'T know their kids. We have to teach KIDS and not programs! The "I-know-it-all" people that I know...teach programs. They really are not about kids.
I know that the accountability is about kids (even though some of my colleagues may disagree). If I went to a dentist who had been using the same drill for 30 years, I could make the decision to not go there again. Our kids, however, cannot make such decisions. Parents can. But they don't always. Some kids end up biding time in a room with a page turner. It could be any year, any state, anyplace. It really has nothing to do with who is sitting in the chairs of our classrooms.
It's time for a change. It's time to hold "feet to fire" and NOT let up until every kid has a quality teacher who knows him or her as a person and a learner.
I've got to go to work now, it's time to fill those cavities!
Monday, August 15, 2005
World's Best Husband
I am married to one of the best husbands in the world! Today, we have been married for 18 years. I can't always say it has been roses...I am sure most married couples would say this. I CAN say that I KNOW God meant for us to be together. I also know that those storms that we have weathered in the past have brought us to a place of wonderful "wedded bliss" beyond my wildest dreams. And in many ways, I wouldn't trade any of those years. It is those experiences that brought us to a greater understanding of who we are and who we are supposed to be.
I know that I would not be where I am today without this man. He has encouraged me to reach for my dreams. And because of this, I have accomplished and experienced more than I could have imagined. He has given me the strength to say, "I think I can, I think I can..." while he is whispering in my ear, "I KNOW you can, I KNOW you can!" For this, I am so thankful.
And, of course, without him we would not have our four wonderful children. They are such a blessing to us. We watch them grow and are amazed at the young men they are becoming. I know much of that is due to his example of being a wonderful husband and father. I pray that they will be a blessing to their wives and children someday.
I am so proud of my husband. I don't tell him often enough just how much I appreciate all he does for us and for others. He gives tirelessly. He provides for us. He even cooks for us most of the time (thank goodness---because this is NOT my gift)!! But he also gives to the world around us. He works with others helping them create and establish churches that are relevant and meaningful to today's culture. He knows that by working with these places, he may be helping someone he never meets to have hope and faith.
God knew just what he was doing when he gave me this gift 18 years ago and for that, I will always be eternally grateful. I am looking forward with great anticipation to what the next 18 years will bring.
Happy Anniversary, Hon. I love you!!
I know that I would not be where I am today without this man. He has encouraged me to reach for my dreams. And because of this, I have accomplished and experienced more than I could have imagined. He has given me the strength to say, "I think I can, I think I can..." while he is whispering in my ear, "I KNOW you can, I KNOW you can!" For this, I am so thankful.
And, of course, without him we would not have our four wonderful children. They are such a blessing to us. We watch them grow and are amazed at the young men they are becoming. I know much of that is due to his example of being a wonderful husband and father. I pray that they will be a blessing to their wives and children someday.
I am so proud of my husband. I don't tell him often enough just how much I appreciate all he does for us and for others. He gives tirelessly. He provides for us. He even cooks for us most of the time (thank goodness---because this is NOT my gift)!! But he also gives to the world around us. He works with others helping them create and establish churches that are relevant and meaningful to today's culture. He knows that by working with these places, he may be helping someone he never meets to have hope and faith.
God knew just what he was doing when he gave me this gift 18 years ago and for that, I will always be eternally grateful. I am looking forward with great anticipation to what the next 18 years will bring.
Happy Anniversary, Hon. I love you!!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Walkin' After Midnight
Last night my Father-in-law and I went to see Always...Patsy presented by our local dinner theater. This is the story of Patsy Cline and her friend Louise and includes about 24 of Patsy's songs. It really was a fun evening.
It seems that we have enjoyed our common appreciation for country music since I started dating his son 20 years ago. My dh has NO tolerance (much less appreciation) for country twang music. It simply doesn't appeal to him. I, on the other hand, was raised around it and enjoy it. My FIL and I connected early on in this area as I went to the hoedown gospel hour with him while we visited our local Christian retreat center.
Last night, we put one more notch in our "love of country music" belt. He called me this morning to say that one of the things that he enjoyed was being able to "connect with his mother" a bit. His Mom...it seems....wore the same belt that we now wear. She shared this love with her sons because her husband didn't really care for it (hmmm????I am really wondering about those genes that are passed down through generations!) Anyway, I think great memories came flooding back for my FIL (and for me). He even shared a memory of going to the Ryman Auditorium with his family as a kid to see the Grand Ole Opry and then driving all the way back to St. Louis after the show was over!
Now I HAD to get some perspective on this trip. Today I mapquested from the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, TN to St. Louis and mapquest says this trip is 307 miles. Today it would take 4 hours and 49 minutes to get there. I am not sure what interstates did or did not exist at this time. I know that cars were slower...so I suspect that this could have taken upwards of 6 hours.
Memories also came flooding back to me. Patsy died before I was born...but I am no stranger to her music or the genre. I have been to the Grand Ole Opry a few times with my family. I love it. I know most of her songs as well as other oldie but goodies that you would hear there because of the times we spent there.
Back to my perspective of FIL's experience however, if you stay until the end, you are there until about 11:00pm. If you drove back to St. Louis after that, you'd be looking at driving until 6:00am. WOW...that's pretty impressive! Now, I know another reason that country music is a memory for my FIL.
We didn't really "Walk after midnight" last night (although we sang along with her)...but we DID have a wonderful time revisiting and connecting with this legendary singer and the country music that we both love. Thanks for this memory....it's a keeper!
It seems that we have enjoyed our common appreciation for country music since I started dating his son 20 years ago. My dh has NO tolerance (much less appreciation) for country twang music. It simply doesn't appeal to him. I, on the other hand, was raised around it and enjoy it. My FIL and I connected early on in this area as I went to the hoedown gospel hour with him while we visited our local Christian retreat center.
Last night, we put one more notch in our "love of country music" belt. He called me this morning to say that one of the things that he enjoyed was being able to "connect with his mother" a bit. His Mom...it seems....wore the same belt that we now wear. She shared this love with her sons because her husband didn't really care for it (hmmm????I am really wondering about those genes that are passed down through generations!) Anyway, I think great memories came flooding back for my FIL (and for me). He even shared a memory of going to the Ryman Auditorium with his family as a kid to see the Grand Ole Opry and then driving all the way back to St. Louis after the show was over!
Now I HAD to get some perspective on this trip. Today I mapquested from the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, TN to St. Louis and mapquest says this trip is 307 miles. Today it would take 4 hours and 49 minutes to get there. I am not sure what interstates did or did not exist at this time. I know that cars were slower...so I suspect that this could have taken upwards of 6 hours.
Memories also came flooding back to me. Patsy died before I was born...but I am no stranger to her music or the genre. I have been to the Grand Ole Opry a few times with my family. I love it. I know most of her songs as well as other oldie but goodies that you would hear there because of the times we spent there.
Back to my perspective of FIL's experience however, if you stay until the end, you are there until about 11:00pm. If you drove back to St. Louis after that, you'd be looking at driving until 6:00am. WOW...that's pretty impressive! Now, I know another reason that country music is a memory for my FIL.
We didn't really "Walk after midnight" last night (although we sang along with her)...but we DID have a wonderful time revisiting and connecting with this legendary singer and the country music that we both love. Thanks for this memory....it's a keeper!
Becoming a Teacher
Yesterday I stumbled on a new blog from a teacher. It really was quite interesting as it is being featured as the Weekly Blog at msn. She has two very important questions on her blog today and I decided that I am going to answer them as well.
1. Why did I decide to become a teacher?
On August 3rd, I wrote a little about someone trying to sabotage my decision to become a teacher. There is a quote out in the world that says, "Those who can't...teach". I hate that thing. Admittedly, though, that is EXACTLY how I "fell" into teaching as a profession. I started out to get a degree in Psychology. Didn't do so well in class #1 and the advisor said, "You better switch majors." He urged me to take "Intro. to Education".
This course, Intro. to Ed., was taught by one of the BEST teachers/professors I ever had. She really CARED about teaching and learning. And most importantly, she cared about kids. Everyday it seemed she would tell us stories about classrooms, kids, learning, and teachers who were making a significant impact on the lives of those they taught. I was hooked. I wanted to be that kind of person.
I really wasn't the best student at that time. I didn't know how to be the best student. The professor who told me to "get out" and "you'll never make it as a teacher" (see Aug. 3rd) just three-and-a-half years later watched me in my college classes and made this decision. I was quiet, didn't contribute much, and make just OK grades. The professor who told me with confidence, "She doesn't know what she is talking about." had seen me with kids. She had observed my teaching.
After wrestling with these two opinions of me and my future, I dove in. I am so glad that I did. I know it is exactly what I am supposed to be doing. Each and every day I get to live out my own passion for helping people learn and grow. It is so rewarding.
2. What do I teach?
Now, I get to teach adults AND kids. This is really exciting to me. I have been able to fine tune my teaching focus a bit more and have found that my true passion is teaching language arts. I am a Literacy Coach in a Title One elementary school (72% free and reduced lunch). I love what I do. I work with great people who share a vision for teaching well...and I get to help them achieve this goal. I also get to work with kids who find learning tough...it's so exciting to see the light go on when they finally "get it".
3. What do I do when it's tough?
I am adding this question to Ariana's list of questions. There are times when it is hard and tiring. I have grown weary at points along my 19 year journey. I have to stop and revisit my "calling". I have to get keenly focused on kids and realize that it's all about them. I have to step back, get introspective, look at my practice, and ask myself, "Am I doing the best I can?" and "Is there something else I should be doing?"
Yes, I really believe that this is the greatest profession. I am hoping that we are seeing shifts in opinions about those who decide to enter it. And I hope that anyone who is considering it will ask themselves the important "why do I want to do this" question before entering the classroom.
Hopefully the answer will be "I'm called to it." or "It's in my bones." I believe it's THIS type of passion and conviction that will continue to make a difference in public education.
1. Why did I decide to become a teacher?
On August 3rd, I wrote a little about someone trying to sabotage my decision to become a teacher. There is a quote out in the world that says, "Those who can't...teach". I hate that thing. Admittedly, though, that is EXACTLY how I "fell" into teaching as a profession. I started out to get a degree in Psychology. Didn't do so well in class #1 and the advisor said, "You better switch majors." He urged me to take "Intro. to Education".
This course, Intro. to Ed., was taught by one of the BEST teachers/professors I ever had. She really CARED about teaching and learning. And most importantly, she cared about kids. Everyday it seemed she would tell us stories about classrooms, kids, learning, and teachers who were making a significant impact on the lives of those they taught. I was hooked. I wanted to be that kind of person.
I really wasn't the best student at that time. I didn't know how to be the best student. The professor who told me to "get out" and "you'll never make it as a teacher" (see Aug. 3rd) just three-and-a-half years later watched me in my college classes and made this decision. I was quiet, didn't contribute much, and make just OK grades. The professor who told me with confidence, "She doesn't know what she is talking about." had seen me with kids. She had observed my teaching.
After wrestling with these two opinions of me and my future, I dove in. I am so glad that I did. I know it is exactly what I am supposed to be doing. Each and every day I get to live out my own passion for helping people learn and grow. It is so rewarding.
2. What do I teach?
Now, I get to teach adults AND kids. This is really exciting to me. I have been able to fine tune my teaching focus a bit more and have found that my true passion is teaching language arts. I am a Literacy Coach in a Title One elementary school (72% free and reduced lunch). I love what I do. I work with great people who share a vision for teaching well...and I get to help them achieve this goal. I also get to work with kids who find learning tough...it's so exciting to see the light go on when they finally "get it".
3. What do I do when it's tough?
I am adding this question to Ariana's list of questions. There are times when it is hard and tiring. I have grown weary at points along my 19 year journey. I have to stop and revisit my "calling". I have to get keenly focused on kids and realize that it's all about them. I have to step back, get introspective, look at my practice, and ask myself, "Am I doing the best I can?" and "Is there something else I should be doing?"
Yes, I really believe that this is the greatest profession. I am hoping that we are seeing shifts in opinions about those who decide to enter it. And I hope that anyone who is considering it will ask themselves the important "why do I want to do this" question before entering the classroom.
Hopefully the answer will be "I'm called to it." or "It's in my bones." I believe it's THIS type of passion and conviction that will continue to make a difference in public education.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Storm over...all is well....
The cleaning storm went extremely well (probably only a category 2 storm vs. the category 4 that it is sometimes)...The news reporter and her camera operator were here for all of about five minutes. NOW I can enjoy the calm AFTER the storm!!
The Calm before the Storm
I spent the morning getting my hair done. The salon I go to is a bit like those you see in Steel Magnolias...conversation is often four or five way. It's small and welcoming and everyone loves seeing the transformation from the time you enter until you leave. Anyway after my visit this morning, I was relaxed and calm.
Then I came home.
I walked into the house and all seemed fine and normal. Then, my darling husband (who is the epitome of calm) announces that our local cable news network will be here by 3:30. HERE? At MY HOUSE??? Admittedly, my first thought was "WHAT did the boys do?????" I have no history that causes me to jump to such a conclusion...it's just how I'm wired.
After I had that moment of shock, dh explains that it's the one year anniversary since our church was devastated from hurricane Charley. One year. We are still cleaning up and repairing the building that was damaged. It seems like forever on most days. The news channel interviewed my husband last year and they are doing the follow up. Of course, last year's interview was done on the CHURCH property (which is 35 miles from our house). So much for my after-salon calm.
Why today? Why here? It's beautiful outside today. It's sunny. There's not a cloud in the sky. Dad has already prepared the boys that the turbo cleaning and picking up will begin. Even though it's quiet and beautiful outside (and really calm), as soon as I finish typing this blog....hurricane MOM will hit at our house as we start to tidy up and get ready for our unexpected visitor. It's not all that different than one year ago when Charley visited...except he TORE up during the storm.
I guess that I'll hope for "calm" and "normal" on another day!
Then I came home.
I walked into the house and all seemed fine and normal. Then, my darling husband (who is the epitome of calm) announces that our local cable news network will be here by 3:30. HERE? At MY HOUSE??? Admittedly, my first thought was "WHAT did the boys do?????" I have no history that causes me to jump to such a conclusion...it's just how I'm wired.
After I had that moment of shock, dh explains that it's the one year anniversary since our church was devastated from hurricane Charley. One year. We are still cleaning up and repairing the building that was damaged. It seems like forever on most days. The news channel interviewed my husband last year and they are doing the follow up. Of course, last year's interview was done on the CHURCH property (which is 35 miles from our house). So much for my after-salon calm.
Why today? Why here? It's beautiful outside today. It's sunny. There's not a cloud in the sky. Dad has already prepared the boys that the turbo cleaning and picking up will begin. Even though it's quiet and beautiful outside (and really calm), as soon as I finish typing this blog....hurricane MOM will hit at our house as we start to tidy up and get ready for our unexpected visitor. It's not all that different than one year ago when Charley visited...except he TORE up during the storm.
I guess that I'll hope for "calm" and "normal" on another day!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Maybe I'm Wrong
Somebody at Bible Study tonight told me that they ARE talking about naming that new planet Serena...maybe son 4 was watching the news that his Mother wasn't??? Who knows for sure???
A New Planet in the Sky??
On the way home tonight, ds 4 and I were having the "I love you _____ much" talk.
I said, "I love you to the moon and back and back to the moon again."
He said, "I love you to the moon and to Mars..."
I said, "I love you to Venus..."
And he quickly replied "I love you to Serena and Jupiter..."
Serena???? I didn't even know he watched tennis!!
I said, "I love you to the moon and back and back to the moon again."
He said, "I love you to the moon and to Mars..."
I said, "I love you to Venus..."
And he quickly replied "I love you to Serena and Jupiter..."
Serena???? I didn't even know he watched tennis!!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Mediocrity Makes Me CRAZY!!
I just spent about two hours talking with one of my administrators about an issue at our school site. They (the principal and assistant principal) have expressed their intention to be in classrooms more this year. In an effort to give teachers feedback, they have created a form to fill out during their visits. They feel like those that give 200% don't always get the "atta boys" and "atta girls" that they deserve. And they're right.
Some teachers get very upset about these things. They call the union to see if such a thing is "legal" (which it is). They whine and complain about this type of "new evaluation". Of course, the principal (and assistant principal)has EVERY right (and in my opinion, the responsibility) to see that the teachers in his or her school are teaching the best they can.
The more I think about it, the more I believe that this is really about wanting to be mediocre and not having to "live up" to anyone else's expectations. It seems to often come from those who are biding their time until they are able to leave the classroom. It's sad and it really gets my goat.
I wish that the same people who are so vocal about union issues would put that same energy into teaching our kids the best they can. I am a member of the union---but I really have a problem with some of the things they spend time on. Why can't it be about what's best for kids?
I teach in a title one school (about 72% of our kids are on free or reduced lunch). While we have some parents who really stay on top of what is happening in the classrooms, there are many that don't. It's easy for adequate or mediocre (and even poor) teachers to "hide out" in these schools For the most part, my school is filled with outstanding professionals who are really advocates for kids and learning. And I would allow almost all of my colleagues to teach my own children. However, in most public schools (mine included), you will find a couple of teachers that shouldn't be there. They are tired, they don't want to be there, they don't appear to even like kids, and they are marking time until they can draw their retirement checks. This is just wrong!
In my opinion, if we really want to see that no child is left behind in this country, then it's time to bury mediocrity in our schools. It's time to make sure that EVERY child is receiving an excellent education and that they are being taught by a person who actually WANTS to be there and really LIKES kids. It's time to stop whining and DO something.
Maybe the feedback form of an administrator can begin to help move us in this direction. Maybe it will help those "WOW" teachers realize that they ARE important and valued (and encourage them to stay in the profession). And maybe it will help those who aren't quite "up to snuff" to start rethinking how they do things.
When I think about "highly qualified teachers", I know that every kid deserves one. In my opinion, public education will not be doing its job until every kid has one and mediocrity has been layed in the grave once and for all. I realize it's a "pie in the sky" dream...but often reality starts with a dreamer like me (and my administrators). Anything's possible.
Some teachers get very upset about these things. They call the union to see if such a thing is "legal" (which it is). They whine and complain about this type of "new evaluation". Of course, the principal (and assistant principal)has EVERY right (and in my opinion, the responsibility) to see that the teachers in his or her school are teaching the best they can.
The more I think about it, the more I believe that this is really about wanting to be mediocre and not having to "live up" to anyone else's expectations. It seems to often come from those who are biding their time until they are able to leave the classroom. It's sad and it really gets my goat.
I wish that the same people who are so vocal about union issues would put that same energy into teaching our kids the best they can. I am a member of the union---but I really have a problem with some of the things they spend time on. Why can't it be about what's best for kids?
I teach in a title one school (about 72% of our kids are on free or reduced lunch). While we have some parents who really stay on top of what is happening in the classrooms, there are many that don't. It's easy for adequate or mediocre (and even poor) teachers to "hide out" in these schools For the most part, my school is filled with outstanding professionals who are really advocates for kids and learning. And I would allow almost all of my colleagues to teach my own children. However, in most public schools (mine included), you will find a couple of teachers that shouldn't be there. They are tired, they don't want to be there, they don't appear to even like kids, and they are marking time until they can draw their retirement checks. This is just wrong!
In my opinion, if we really want to see that no child is left behind in this country, then it's time to bury mediocrity in our schools. It's time to make sure that EVERY child is receiving an excellent education and that they are being taught by a person who actually WANTS to be there and really LIKES kids. It's time to stop whining and DO something.
Maybe the feedback form of an administrator can begin to help move us in this direction. Maybe it will help those "WOW" teachers realize that they ARE important and valued (and encourage them to stay in the profession). And maybe it will help those who aren't quite "up to snuff" to start rethinking how they do things.
When I think about "highly qualified teachers", I know that every kid deserves one. In my opinion, public education will not be doing its job until every kid has one and mediocrity has been layed in the grave once and for all. I realize it's a "pie in the sky" dream...but often reality starts with a dreamer like me (and my administrators). Anything's possible.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
All of Life's a Blog...
My kids and my in-laws read my blogs. They have all commented at one time or another about the blogs that I have written since I have been on this journey. The other day I wrote about son 2 noticing that all of life could end up in blogs....tonight, my father-in-law joined in the game. He was at my house dropping off son 2 (the observant one) and bringing some of "Grandma's Kitchen" over for us to eat (THAT'S a whole blog for another day).
Anyway, FIL sat down to ask how school was going and son 4 proceeded to tell us all that this was "the worst day of his life". Of course we are all wondering how bad the worst day of a 6-year-old's life could be. He proceeds to tell us that it is over a girlfriend...and some kids teasing him about it. He and some other kids had to stand out at recess for 10 minutes today because they were loud in the lunchroom talking about this "girlfriend" and my son. It's ONLY day 2 of first grade (pray for me, pray really hard)!! He's already had to stand on a time out and he is "having the worst day of his WHOLE life!"
My FIL and son 2 said they weren't quite sure how I'd approach this one in the blog world. I think it's true that perspective is everything. When you are six, losing some of recess, the teasing of friends, and getting a "yellow cup" at lunch can be awful. Through our eyes, however, we think "life should be so rough for all of us." In fact, some days I long for those "simpler times".
I remember first grade though. I even remember having to sit on a chair in the corner once in Mrs. Hudson's class (no telling why). I am pretty sure that might have seemed like the "worst day of my life" up until that point. I do know it was humiliating and especially because it was a teacher I loved! Son 4 has already told me that he loves his teacher. He told me yesterday that he'd like to have her for first, second, third, fourth and "if possible" fifth grade. So, yes, this might have been the "worst day of his life".
Today's lesson?
Whether we are six or sixty, one thing is for sure, tomorrow is another day and hopefully it WILL be better!
Anyway, FIL sat down to ask how school was going and son 4 proceeded to tell us all that this was "the worst day of his life". Of course we are all wondering how bad the worst day of a 6-year-old's life could be. He proceeds to tell us that it is over a girlfriend...and some kids teasing him about it. He and some other kids had to stand out at recess for 10 minutes today because they were loud in the lunchroom talking about this "girlfriend" and my son. It's ONLY day 2 of first grade (pray for me, pray really hard)!! He's already had to stand on a time out and he is "having the worst day of his WHOLE life!"
My FIL and son 2 said they weren't quite sure how I'd approach this one in the blog world. I think it's true that perspective is everything. When you are six, losing some of recess, the teasing of friends, and getting a "yellow cup" at lunch can be awful. Through our eyes, however, we think "life should be so rough for all of us." In fact, some days I long for those "simpler times".
I remember first grade though. I even remember having to sit on a chair in the corner once in Mrs. Hudson's class (no telling why). I am pretty sure that might have seemed like the "worst day of my life" up until that point. I do know it was humiliating and especially because it was a teacher I loved! Son 4 has already told me that he loves his teacher. He told me yesterday that he'd like to have her for first, second, third, fourth and "if possible" fifth grade. So, yes, this might have been the "worst day of his life".
Today's lesson?
Whether we are six or sixty, one thing is for sure, tomorrow is another day and hopefully it WILL be better!
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Losing a Pet
Our dog, Corky, died tonight. He was 15 years old. That's a pretty old dog. We knew that he wasn't doing well lately. It was harder to walk. Harder to stand on tile. Harder to see. But he WAS a good dog right until the end.
Fifteen years. I haven't had any pets that long (except for our cat which we got around the same time). Suddenly the years came flooding back to me. I could see him as a puppy laying by Sushi (the cat). They loved playing together. I could picture him running in the big backyard of our former house. He loved people. He loved to talk to them when they passed by. He would run along the fence barking out his "hellos" to anyone who would come and pet him.
Our older boys grew up with him. He's always been there. I've seen him climb into their beds to sleep (even though he was QUITE large). I've seen him curl up with them and let them lay on him while they watched TV. I have even brought him inside for "protection" on nights when I am alone in the house (not that I think he would have done much more than lick their faces).
My in-laws loved him. They spoiled him. He loved going to their house and playing inside. Grandma rubbed him with her feet and he would lay there and just enjoy the attention.
He was a good dog. It was his time. I am thankful for the years that he was part of our family. In some ways, his death makes me think about all of the other pets that have been a part of my life: Taffy, Tuppence, Buffy, Muffin, and others. Even if they are only here for a short time, it's a significant time. They bring us joy.
I feel some guilt tonight also. Some of you know that I have been "hoping" for this day for a while. I didn't really "want" him to die. I just felt bad because his big back yard was gone. He couldn't come inside as often due to incontinence. It was painful to watch. And yet, even yesterday with my nieces, he seemed to enjoy watching them run around him in our kitchen. My youngest niece called him "The Big Puppy" everytime she stepped over him. That's really what he was. All fifteen years, he was a big puppy waiting to love those with whom he came in contact. I'm glad the big puppy was a part of our family.
Goodbye Corky. We'll miss you.
Fifteen years. I haven't had any pets that long (except for our cat which we got around the same time). Suddenly the years came flooding back to me. I could see him as a puppy laying by Sushi (the cat). They loved playing together. I could picture him running in the big backyard of our former house. He loved people. He loved to talk to them when they passed by. He would run along the fence barking out his "hellos" to anyone who would come and pet him.
Our older boys grew up with him. He's always been there. I've seen him climb into their beds to sleep (even though he was QUITE large). I've seen him curl up with them and let them lay on him while they watched TV. I have even brought him inside for "protection" on nights when I am alone in the house (not that I think he would have done much more than lick their faces).
My in-laws loved him. They spoiled him. He loved going to their house and playing inside. Grandma rubbed him with her feet and he would lay there and just enjoy the attention.
He was a good dog. It was his time. I am thankful for the years that he was part of our family. In some ways, his death makes me think about all of the other pets that have been a part of my life: Taffy, Tuppence, Buffy, Muffin, and others. Even if they are only here for a short time, it's a significant time. They bring us joy.
I feel some guilt tonight also. Some of you know that I have been "hoping" for this day for a while. I didn't really "want" him to die. I just felt bad because his big back yard was gone. He couldn't come inside as often due to incontinence. It was painful to watch. And yet, even yesterday with my nieces, he seemed to enjoy watching them run around him in our kitchen. My youngest niece called him "The Big Puppy" everytime she stepped over him. That's really what he was. All fifteen years, he was a big puppy waiting to love those with whom he came in contact. I'm glad the big puppy was a part of our family.
Goodbye Corky. We'll miss you.
The Observant One
Son 2 notices things. Today, on the way home from church, he drove son 3 and I to the mall (for more school shopping---how fun!). My husband and son 4 were in the car behind us on the interstate. They passed us at one point on our journey and son four was waving and smiling like crazy as they did. As this happened, I said, "We should all be so joyful all the time." Son 2 said, "Oh no, there's a blog!" Then he proceeded to mimick what today's thoughts on MY blog might bring: "Son 4 passed us in the car smiling and I noticed him smiling and well...we should all be happy and enjoy life." That son 2 is SO OBSERVANT!!
As you may remember from my very first post, he is the one who said "I learned some things about people that I didn't want to know while reading their blogs." Since I have been on this journey he has commented several times about how my blogs all talk about what I learned and from whom.
I hope he understands that all of life really IS about learning. Most of our learning happens beyond the walls of formal institutions. It's about being observant (which he is) and seeing what lessons are out there for us to grab and implement. Today's lesson: "Go for the gusto! Enjoy every moment! Laugh often and loud!" After all, it works for son 4...it just MIGHT work for the rest of us!
Son 2....this blog's for you!!! Love you!
As you may remember from my very first post, he is the one who said "I learned some things about people that I didn't want to know while reading their blogs." Since I have been on this journey he has commented several times about how my blogs all talk about what I learned and from whom.
I hope he understands that all of life really IS about learning. Most of our learning happens beyond the walls of formal institutions. It's about being observant (which he is) and seeing what lessons are out there for us to grab and implement. Today's lesson: "Go for the gusto! Enjoy every moment! Laugh often and loud!" After all, it works for son 4...it just MIGHT work for the rest of us!
Son 2....this blog's for you!!! Love you!
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Deciphering Toddler
It's been a while since I had to decipher "toddler" talk. This weekend we have had the pleasure of having two of our nieces stay with us while their Mom and Dad move into a new home. So, we are getting back in the practice of figuring them out. Niece 2 is not two yet, and really DOES have quite a vocabulary...but sometimes I just can't figure it out.
Tonight we went from "poptart" to "hotdog" to "milk" to "juice" to "pudding" in about a minute when she was trying to tell me what she wanted. When I thought she settled on the pudding (after I unwrapped and poured all the other stuff), she sat for all of about 30 seconds at the table, licked the spoon one time and said, "Iwa down"....translated "I want down." Now, she is walking around with a bottle of juice in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other....just jabbering. In the meantime, the dog got a free hotdog, some uncrushed poptart and son 4 got some pudding. Oh well...she's happy...and I'm the Aunt, so it's OK, right????
I have thoroughly enjoyed having them and am once again realizing the blessings they are to us...even when I can't understand them!
Tonight we went from "poptart" to "hotdog" to "milk" to "juice" to "pudding" in about a minute when she was trying to tell me what she wanted. When I thought she settled on the pudding (after I unwrapped and poured all the other stuff), she sat for all of about 30 seconds at the table, licked the spoon one time and said, "Iwa down"....translated "I want down." Now, she is walking around with a bottle of juice in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other....just jabbering. In the meantime, the dog got a free hotdog, some uncrushed poptart and son 4 got some pudding. Oh well...she's happy...and I'm the Aunt, so it's OK, right????
I have thoroughly enjoyed having them and am once again realizing the blessings they are to us...even when I can't understand them!
Friday, August 05, 2005
Happy Birthday Son 3!
It doesn't seem like that long ago that I heard the nurse at my OB's office announce, "Yep, it's another boy. That's DEFINITELY a boy part!" Then she handed me that grainy ultrasound picture with an arrow and the words "boy part" written in white. Another boy. I knew it even before I went in there. I knew that God wanted us to raise boys. I'm glad.
It also doesn't seem that long ago that I went to the hospital early on a Friday to give birth to our third son. It was 11 years ago today. A hot Friday. We called grandparents and they met us at the hospital to watch the other two boys (then 6 and 4). It took all day, but around 4:50, after a long labor and a vacuum extraction, he was born.
He's always been a joy to us. He was a relatively easy baby. He really was very calm, quiet, and didn't make waves. He's pretty much still that way.
On Monday, he'll enter Middle School for the first time. He is really growing. When I think about him entering Middle School, I think "Wow....time flies!" I think he is going in on solid ground.
He is a good student. He has become quite active in the church youth group. He is uncovering talents such as acting, camera work, and computer expertise, among other things. I am excited to see what the next 11 years brings for him. I am sure I'll be looking back then and thinking "It seems like only yesterday..." and "Time sure does fly!"
Happy Birthday, son! You make us proud!!
It also doesn't seem that long ago that I went to the hospital early on a Friday to give birth to our third son. It was 11 years ago today. A hot Friday. We called grandparents and they met us at the hospital to watch the other two boys (then 6 and 4). It took all day, but around 4:50, after a long labor and a vacuum extraction, he was born.
He's always been a joy to us. He was a relatively easy baby. He really was very calm, quiet, and didn't make waves. He's pretty much still that way.
On Monday, he'll enter Middle School for the first time. He is really growing. When I think about him entering Middle School, I think "Wow....time flies!" I think he is going in on solid ground.
He is a good student. He has become quite active in the church youth group. He is uncovering talents such as acting, camera work, and computer expertise, among other things. I am excited to see what the next 11 years brings for him. I am sure I'll be looking back then and thinking "It seems like only yesterday..." and "Time sure does fly!"
Happy Birthday, son! You make us proud!!
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
The Power of a Teacher
There is so much research out there that reminds us that teachers have a lot of power to determine whether a student succeeds or fails in the classroom. I believe this. I can think of so many teachers in my life that believed in me. What follows, is a speech that I gave during my tenure as our county's Teacher of the Year. This speech was delivered to the Phi Beta Kappa society in our community. The words below are excerpted from the end of the presentation. I have chosen to share them as food for thought as we begin new school years, think about those with whom we come in contact daily, and consider ways to impact our world:
It is said that learning is the greatest gift of all. I believe this is true. While I've chosen teaching as a profession, I think most teaching and learning takes place outside of the institutional walls and usually without a professional educator present. Each of us here today, can probably recall both formal and informal teaching and learning opportunities that we have experienced. I believe these life-lessons have the potential create a thirst for more knowledge.
Twenty years ago, as a senior in college, I experienced this type of life-lesson from two of my own college professors. They taught me content area academics regularly, but the lessons that will remain with me forever are the ones that I received outside of their classrooms. That year, I learned the power of words.
One professor, who was also my advisor, made the decision that I wasn’t fit to be a teacher. She told me, "You'll never make it in education." And to "Get out now." She was convinced that I was not worth her time or effort and that I would certainly never be able to teach kids. I almost believed her. I wrestled with those words for weeks!
One day, another professor caught wind of her advice and called me into her office. This person had observed my teaching and told me clearly, "I don't care what she says, you need to stay in. You will be a wonderful teacher." Again, I wrestled. I can honestly tell you that I stand here today planted solidly in the field of education because of the encouraging words of this woman.
Looking back now, I realize that we have a choice with our words, we can either encourage or discourage others. From a very young age, human beings only take seconds to believe the discouragement, but take a little longer to really believe the encouragement. I was no different. In fact, I think I held that "will I really make it?" doubt in the back of my mind for a very long time (maybe even the past two years). A. France says that “Nine tenths of education is encouragement." I believe it. These professors proved it to me. That is what I try and pass on to my students daily.
When I chose this profession, it was because teaching and learning was my passion. I almost lost it because of the words of just one person. I desparately needed to have my passion cultivated. Fortunately, the second person came along and her words won out. Each and every day, when I work with teachers and students, it is my hope that I am using encouraging words to cultivate their passion.
I suspect that most of you in this room could point to someone in your life either in or out of the classroom that propelled your quest for knowledge forward. They encouraged your inquiry. You and I have opportunities each and every day to be a teacher---an encourager--- to someone else whether it’s a child, a colleague, or a stranger. We also have the opportunity to help others thirst for more knowledge.
I am thankful for those people who have been a part of my own teaching and learning both in and out of the classroom. If there is one thought I could leave you with it is that you would also seize those opportunities of meaningful conversations, giving encouragement, teaching others, and being a learner that you encounter daily. Then pass it on to those around you. It WILL make a difference!
Encouraging or discouraging, the choice is yours and the choice is mine. Which will it be?
It is said that learning is the greatest gift of all. I believe this is true. While I've chosen teaching as a profession, I think most teaching and learning takes place outside of the institutional walls and usually without a professional educator present. Each of us here today, can probably recall both formal and informal teaching and learning opportunities that we have experienced. I believe these life-lessons have the potential create a thirst for more knowledge.
Twenty years ago, as a senior in college, I experienced this type of life-lesson from two of my own college professors. They taught me content area academics regularly, but the lessons that will remain with me forever are the ones that I received outside of their classrooms. That year, I learned the power of words.
One professor, who was also my advisor, made the decision that I wasn’t fit to be a teacher. She told me, "You'll never make it in education." And to "Get out now." She was convinced that I was not worth her time or effort and that I would certainly never be able to teach kids. I almost believed her. I wrestled with those words for weeks!
One day, another professor caught wind of her advice and called me into her office. This person had observed my teaching and told me clearly, "I don't care what she says, you need to stay in. You will be a wonderful teacher." Again, I wrestled. I can honestly tell you that I stand here today planted solidly in the field of education because of the encouraging words of this woman.
Looking back now, I realize that we have a choice with our words, we can either encourage or discourage others. From a very young age, human beings only take seconds to believe the discouragement, but take a little longer to really believe the encouragement. I was no different. In fact, I think I held that "will I really make it?" doubt in the back of my mind for a very long time (maybe even the past two years). A. France says that “Nine tenths of education is encouragement." I believe it. These professors proved it to me. That is what I try and pass on to my students daily.
When I chose this profession, it was because teaching and learning was my passion. I almost lost it because of the words of just one person. I desparately needed to have my passion cultivated. Fortunately, the second person came along and her words won out. Each and every day, when I work with teachers and students, it is my hope that I am using encouraging words to cultivate their passion.
I suspect that most of you in this room could point to someone in your life either in or out of the classroom that propelled your quest for knowledge forward. They encouraged your inquiry. You and I have opportunities each and every day to be a teacher---an encourager--- to someone else whether it’s a child, a colleague, or a stranger. We also have the opportunity to help others thirst for more knowledge.
I am thankful for those people who have been a part of my own teaching and learning both in and out of the classroom. If there is one thought I could leave you with it is that you would also seize those opportunities of meaningful conversations, giving encouragement, teaching others, and being a learner that you encounter daily. Then pass it on to those around you. It WILL make a difference!
Encouraging or discouraging, the choice is yours and the choice is mine. Which will it be?
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