I love this time of year, which is why I haven't been on here so much... and I am teaching many many students this semester. I uploaded pictures from my camera to various backup locations and it had been over a month! I felt so guilty for keeping these to myself. I found some really adorable shots of my fam. So what if I'm a picture-poster-slacker, I am too busy living in the moment.
I watched the light dancing on the reflection
of a piece of paper. A paper that read, “September 5, 2012: My 1st
Day of Joy School.”
The morning was so busy, dragging myself out
of bed only to pull a tired little boy from his covers to wake him. Who was I
kidding? I knew I would feel like this, today. I bribed his sleepy eyes with a
“special breakfast” as he slowly came to. Thoughts were racing through my head.
Time had stopped for a moment as I watched him eat cereal and chocolate sprinkles.
My baby boy, our firstborn, was naturally happy. His disposition could brighten
I slipped on his new dinosaur flip flops,
combed his hair, and thought about a day two years from now. Time won’t stop
for my feelings. It will just pass on by, taking my baby with it! I can’t
imagine what that day will be like. Oliver asked, “When are you going to comb
your hair, Mommy?” I laughed to myself. Someday, those intelligent observations
may not produce such laughter.
We traveled to daddy’s bedside for a
first-day-of-school pep talk and then headed out the door. It seemed to be a
moment I would want to remember and capture. After all, my mom had done it for
me. I jumped like a monkey to make him smile.
At one last attempt to get some justification
for how I was feeling, I squeezed him tight and explained that he and I would
be parting. That for a short while, he would need to make good choices and
listen to his teacher. I made sure to get on his level, talk slowly and hang on
to every second of attention that was possible. He hugged me quick, reminding
me that he too would slip out of my sight as fast as curiosity could carry him and
I would be left waiting for him to look back. I guess I wanted him to cry,
throw a fit, and demand an explanation for this, but realized that a small part
of me also wanted him to show that he was ready for this andI needed to catch
up. He grabbed his friend’s hand and skipped off into the distance.
As the newly risen sun danced on my dash, I
thought of how busy we were this morning, but how quiet the next few hours
would bring. So quiet, that I may be able to focus on my other little one. “Soon he will be out the door too.” My
mind stopped me. “He is still my baby...”
After his 1st day!
And so it begins.
PS Most of the pictures were taken with my cell phone, since I left my camera with my mom. The others were taken by the talented Ms. Vanessa (one of Oliver's teachers).
Where have I been? Well, I have been so busy and brushed my public journal aside in the process. I have a sweet post about Oliver starting Joy School, that I will post when I get the pictures up, but you can hang onto this in the mean time. Now, back off to work.
A planner, just a simple way to lay things out in life. I couldn't wait to get my hands on my brand new planner. There is just something about the alignment of the numbers and lines. Maybe this obsession is what drove me to education. No. Well, I marked my old calendar for the date I would get my greedy little hands on this planner. It comes at the start of each new school year. I would make sure I was there. In fact, my old planner ended and I needed that space to record my life. A journal, you could say. Sure, there is blank white paper, calendars to print, but it is just not the same as ONE place to hold my record.
I patiently listened to the presenter, while thinking about what I could add to my shiny, new planner. Really, there wasn't much. I attentively heard all the speakers had to say, and left with the renewed sense of motivation. Motivation to do better.
As I drove home, with the uplifting feeling of accomplishing a goal, I thought, "There is something quite exciting about being a part of something bigger than you are." I watched the city buildings pass by quickly, glowing with magnitude. I was a part of something big. I am a part of something huge. Education should be replaced with the word, "inspriation." For if we are inspired, we change. To learn, is to make a change. You can even go right down to that neural pathway that links one neuron to the next. A change does happen. What kind of changes do I make daily? Am I educating, learning, inpiring... myself?
I arrived home to "big hugs" and sweet kisses, smiles that would melt your heart and words that went right to my heart. I attentively listened to wild stories of park going and lizard wrestling from a child barely three. The almost two year old echoed his enthusiasm and details. What a lovely feeling it is to be missed. A feeling like, I really am a part of something bigger than I am. How blessed I feel to know this. Being a mother, so much more rewarding.
You are so adorable writing letters on your leap pad! I love your enthusiasm.
Thank you for sharing that weird caterpillar with us that we have kept for months in a mason jar cage. It turned into the most educational, cool experience as we watched an Imperial Moth crawl out of a cocoon. Wow! It was so worth the wait.
I love to lay with you as you fall fast asleep in a big boy bed, but you keep putting me to sleep mid-day =).
I am grateful for you. You cooled down the temperature already today!
Dear Lowry Park Zoo,
I cannot wait to explore you!
My imagination went wild. I leaped into a world that children dream of and most others try so hard to achieve. We spent hours, pouring our thoughts into the pages of the books.
Charity. How sweet is charity? Helping someone when they need it most, or even when they don't.
I always wanted a large collection of children's books for my kids. Books were not notably the only memory I have as a child, but I do remember reading books. I remember the little closets or spaces that mother transformed into our own special place to imagine.
One of our houses, built in the late 1800's, had a nook that I remember so clearly. At the end of the hallway, which led to our bedrooms, a window let in enough light for any sort of reading. She draped a curtain for a door and used a soft rug to warm the hard wood floors. There was also the beloved bookshelf, filled with mostly used books purchases from the local library book sale, covered in protective plastic and old bar-codes. Even though I couldn't read, I would find myself sitting at the end of the hall, warmed by the creative pictures in these fairy tales.
Today is not a day I would have guessed to be sitting here typing out things I am grateful for. Usually, Thursdays are just that, but today wasn't that type of Thursday. After waking throughout the night with the most dreadful sore throat while mustering up just enough energy to walk to the bathroom, I would think that today wasn't that day. But it got better. My husband saved the day and while he had taken the children out to play, I answered the door to a sweet sister holding two large boxes of children's stories. She walked into a disastrous mess, including me. I was thankful, but not as thankful as I am after discovering the treasures she shared. Most were not even used! She took good care of these pages.
What a sweet thing charity is. What a sweet thing it is.
Sometimes: I spend all night on a blog that I love, catching up.
Always: I do not regret it, like creating better organization folders for our finances, found at the Nest Effect!
Sometimes: While picking a chicken ( like picking off the meat of a whole, cooked chicken), I wonder if this is a job that someone does, day in and day out.
Always: I realize that I am so grateful for my jobs.
Sometimes: While cleaning, I think about sampling all of the germs at different locations to learn how nasty it really is to be wiping around the sink or dropping food on the floor.
Always: I realize that would take too much time and I should leave that to the experts.
Sometimes: I focus on keeping one area of the house clean for a long period of time (like always doing the dishes).
Always: Somehow I fail at keeping up that habit.
[These pictures were taken by my love, 3-31-2012. Tigers' Spring Training.]