My students wrote letters to honor their mothers as Mother's Day approaches. I gave them no guidelines other than to write what they love about their mothers, and if they were to get stuck for words, they could write about a favorite experience they had together. I didn't collect these, but from glancing, I caught some of the most beautiful gifts the children could give, their loving words. Here are some of my favorite quotes from today.
"Dear Mom...Thank you for being my mom and loving me even when I'm wrong."
"Dear Mom...You are a great cook. Your cooking is good and so is your heart, but please let me have your heart."
"Dear Mom...I love you so much. Thank you for bringing me into this world with Jesus."
"Dear Mom....You pack my lunch everyday.... Thank you because you cook dinner everyday almost.Thank you for getting breakfast ready....Thank you for sometimes taking us out to eat too....Thank you for working so hard for your children....I love you mom."
"Dear Mom, You make me laugh so much."
"Dear Mom...Remember the time when we went to Kings Dominion and we went on roller coaster and you were so scared but you still went on it with me. That was so funny."
"Dear Mom...I loved you from when I first came out. I didn't tell you then because I couldn't speak yet."
"Dear Mom....I just love you."
From my little heart-breakers.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Week of Spills
It rained this week. A lot.
I can't even remember back to Monday, but I do remember dreading it on Sunday. Whatever I dreaded that day wasn't worth it.
Tuesday was the day before a BIG decision deadline approached. Tuesday was rough. Everything that happened that day, I viewed through the prism of my anxiety. Which means everything stressed me out. And I had 2 parent teacher conferences, the latter was a no show... just to rub it in. It rained that day. I don't know when it stopped outside, but my toilet sure continued the tornado on me. My bathroom flooded with toilet, I cried. Because it flooded just to rub it in! Took me almost 3 hours to clean after I had taken a nap and a chill pill (aka a psalm). Had I not taken that dosage, Tuesday would've gotten even worse... from dreading Wednesday.
On Wednesday one of my students cried me a river. Then rallied up a pity party to celebrate the water works. It was over spilled milk. On Wednesday, I had to make an aching choice. On Wednesday it felt like Winter, Forty somethin degrees outside. When I got home, I stopped by the grocery store and found some fresh-looking frozen fruit. Frozen aint wet. So I decided to go home and make a smoothie with the new blender. It was going to be the highlight of my day. On Wednesday the base of the blender broke off...as my smoothie kept smoothing. On Wednesday, it rained frozen fruit in my kitchen. On Wednesday, I decided I was not going to let it get worse, by dreading Thursday.
Today was Thursday. The sun came out, things were looking up! Then one of my students had a minor projectile vomiting situation at recess that the black-top and grass took turns catching, just to rub it in. That's when the rain came back. I decided I would claim this day dry! So I got home and conquered the new blender. It worked! Today my smoothie would make King proud. I decided it was too good to have so little of, so nice...I made it twice. The second time, the blender decided to adjust itself.... as I opened the lid. My blender had a minor projectile vomiting situation that my shirt and shoe caught in good time. Just to rub it in.
Today I had tears of admiration for a dear friend, as she shared tears of experience with me. That is good rain. The kind that nourishes, strengthens, cleanses and teaches us how much we can, yet how little we have to endure alone.
Whatever I dread, almost definitely won't be worth it. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow to get back at the spills...
...and I've picked out a hoodie...just to rub it in;)
I can't even remember back to Monday, but I do remember dreading it on Sunday. Whatever I dreaded that day wasn't worth it.
Tuesday was the day before a BIG decision deadline approached. Tuesday was rough. Everything that happened that day, I viewed through the prism of my anxiety. Which means everything stressed me out. And I had 2 parent teacher conferences, the latter was a no show... just to rub it in. It rained that day. I don't know when it stopped outside, but my toilet sure continued the tornado on me. My bathroom flooded with toilet, I cried. Because it flooded just to rub it in! Took me almost 3 hours to clean after I had taken a nap and a chill pill (aka a psalm). Had I not taken that dosage, Tuesday would've gotten even worse... from dreading Wednesday.
On Wednesday one of my students cried me a river. Then rallied up a pity party to celebrate the water works. It was over spilled milk. On Wednesday, I had to make an aching choice. On Wednesday it felt like Winter, Forty somethin degrees outside. When I got home, I stopped by the grocery store and found some fresh-looking frozen fruit. Frozen aint wet. So I decided to go home and make a smoothie with the new blender. It was going to be the highlight of my day. On Wednesday the base of the blender broke off...as my smoothie kept smoothing. On Wednesday, it rained frozen fruit in my kitchen. On Wednesday, I decided I was not going to let it get worse, by dreading Thursday.
Today was Thursday. The sun came out, things were looking up! Then one of my students had a minor projectile vomiting situation at recess that the black-top and grass took turns catching, just to rub it in. That's when the rain came back. I decided I would claim this day dry! So I got home and conquered the new blender. It worked! Today my smoothie would make King proud. I decided it was too good to have so little of, so nice...I made it twice. The second time, the blender decided to adjust itself.... as I opened the lid. My blender had a minor projectile vomiting situation that my shirt and shoe caught in good time. Just to rub it in.
Today I had tears of admiration for a dear friend, as she shared tears of experience with me. That is good rain. The kind that nourishes, strengthens, cleanses and teaches us how much we can, yet how little we have to endure alone.
Whatever I dread, almost definitely won't be worth it. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow to get back at the spills...
...and I've picked out a hoodie...just to rub it in;)
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