I have always wanted to be a stay at home however the powers that be have not yet allowed me to win the lottery (perhaps I should by a ticket). So, today was Day 3 of being iced in with my 4 year old and almost 2 year old and I realize I am a trapped-at-home mom. I am yearning for the ability to leave the house even if it is just to get French Fries at McDonald's, but the roads are so slick that I don't feel as though I can put us at risk for an accident. So, we continue to color, watch Sesame Street (thank goodness for our DVR), and try to keep Emma from attacking Gracie. Isn't this a dream come true?
Gracie some how found a broken piece of glass. I have not broken anything, but yet she found a piece. She comes crying to me, "MOMMA!" I look down and see a trail of blood. Her fingers are spread as if she has cut off one of them off. I clean her up and realize the "cut" is very small.
I am supermom! I know how to fix this. I bet if I give her a band-aid it will stop the screaming oh, I mean crying.
Off we go! Found the perfect band-aid. Attach it. Kiss it and low and behold she cries harder! I am astounded!! I thought band-aids were the cure all for almost anything. The last thing I know to fix this situation is the ever loved sippy, so we trot into the kitchen and I give it too her. Astonished this does not fix the situation...now Gracie's alligator tears are coming so fast she has soaked the edge of her pjs. I pick her up again worried that perhaps there is another piece of glass stuck somewhere. Suddenly the crying stops. "Momma," she says calmly. I look at her as she hands me the band-aid she has ripped off and I take it. Silence. Perfect bliss with her sippy in hand and band-aid gone. I sigh and think perhaps is it time for all of US to go to bed.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Slice of Life Challenge: 16 Things
Saw this on Ali Edward's Blog..thought I would try it....
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1. Most of my defining moments as a child involve family members.
2. My parents have been married for 40 years. I am very proud...but I feel as if I let them down because my marriage did not make it past 10 years.
3. I am the mother of a special needs child.
4. I do not want anymore children, but when I see a tiny newborn, I miss holding mine.
5. It took me 30 years to realize who I am.
6. I finally love myself for ME and no strings attached. I accept myself with my faults.
7. I will always give a student a second chance... everyday is a new day.
8. I have an amazing amount of patience when teaching children, but very little patience when teaching adults.
9. I believe that my purpose in life is to teach children that the world has deemed "unworthy."
10. I live for the moments when I read in a student's notebook-"Thank you for not giving up on me. When I switch classes to your room...I get goose bumps knowing you believe in me." Then I try not to cry.
11. I want to write a book on how to incorporate reader's/writer's workshop in special education settings (whether inclusive or self-contained).
12. I miss my grandmother daily. I hope she is proud of me.
13. I never thought I would stay in Oklahoma...I thought I would be singing at the Met by now.
14. I may not always understand where my journey in life takes me, but I cherish the road I am traveling on.
15. I love frappachinos.
16. My life is not perfect, but I will live it to the fullest each day.
2. My parents have been married for 40 years. I am very proud...but I feel as if I let them down because my marriage did not make it past 10 years.
3. I am the mother of a special needs child.
4. I do not want anymore children, but when I see a tiny newborn, I miss holding mine.
5. It took me 30 years to realize who I am.
6. I finally love myself for ME and no strings attached. I accept myself with my faults.
7. I will always give a student a second chance... everyday is a new day.
8. I have an amazing amount of patience when teaching children, but very little patience when teaching adults.
9. I believe that my purpose in life is to teach children that the world has deemed "unworthy."
10. I live for the moments when I read in a student's notebook-"Thank you for not giving up on me. When I switch classes to your room...I get goose bumps knowing you believe in me." Then I try not to cry.
11. I want to write a book on how to incorporate reader's/writer's workshop in special education settings (whether inclusive or self-contained).
12. I miss my grandmother daily. I hope she is proud of me.
13. I never thought I would stay in Oklahoma...I thought I would be singing at the Met by now.
14. I may not always understand where my journey in life takes me, but I cherish the road I am traveling on.
15. I love frappachinos.
16. My life is not perfect, but I will live it to the fullest each day.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Memoir Monday~Water Logged
Saturday night ritual: bath, wash hair, curlers for Sunday, Hee-Haw, and Dukes of Hazzard. This night was just like any other Saturday night. Mom telling us to hurry up as she began the bath. The water shushing as it escapes into the tub.
"Come on, Lynnelle! Hurry up!" My mom yells as I come crashing through the door. I quickly grab a towel and wash cloth as she begins to turn the bath water off. Her hands grab the knobs, but the water continues to splash out. "What's happening?" I ask, "Did the faucet break?
"I don't know...hmmm..go get the wrench, " my mom says calmly. When I arrive back in the bathroom, my mom is no longer calm as the water is climbing higher and higher. As I watch the water climb, my mom taps me on the shoulder and tells me to run next door and get our neighbor. In my bathrobe, I run through the woods in my bare feet. I pound on the door hollering for Dewayne. "Please come quickly! Our tub is getting ready to overflow," I stutter. He grabbed his tools and ran to the waterline. He immediately shut it off. He was the man of the hour.
When I walked into the bathroom the water was skimming over the edge of the tub. He came in the house and fixed the faucet. And wouldn't you know it, I still had to wear those darned pink rollers that night for church the next day?
"Come on, Lynnelle! Hurry up!" My mom yells as I come crashing through the door. I quickly grab a towel and wash cloth as she begins to turn the bath water off. Her hands grab the knobs, but the water continues to splash out. "What's happening?" I ask, "Did the faucet break?
"I don't know...hmmm..go get the wrench, " my mom says calmly. When I arrive back in the bathroom, my mom is no longer calm as the water is climbing higher and higher. As I watch the water climb, my mom taps me on the shoulder and tells me to run next door and get our neighbor. In my bathrobe, I run through the woods in my bare feet. I pound on the door hollering for Dewayne. "Please come quickly! Our tub is getting ready to overflow," I stutter. He grabbed his tools and ran to the waterline. He immediately shut it off. He was the man of the hour.
When I walked into the bathroom the water was skimming over the edge of the tub. He came in the house and fixed the faucet. And wouldn't you know it, I still had to wear those darned pink rollers that night for church the next day?
Monday, January 12, 2009
Memoir Monday~Christmas Treasure Hunt
Christmastime was my favorite time of year as a child. As this Christmas was different from previous due to the divorce, I began to think about Christmases past and I remembered my favorite-Scavenger Christmas
"WAKE UP!!!" I yelled as I rushed into my brother, Brandon's room. "It's Christmas!!! And it snowed!"
Brandon hopped out of bed instead of his usual moaning and groaning and we ran into the den where Mom and Dad were waiting. We ripped open the beautifully wrapped presents and giggles and smiles were all around. Ahhh, I thought...this was a great Christmas.
Brandon and I began to help clean up the sparkly trash when I noticed two small envelopes on the tree. "Hey what is this?" I asked. I ripped it open as Brandon gently opened his. "Your first task is to get ready for a trip outside. You are going on a treasure hunt--a Christmas Hunt," I read.
Brandon and I quickly went to the coat closet to bundle up and follow our next clue. We went all around our snowy acre of land looking for our Christmas Treasure. Finally, the last clue. "What? back inside?" I exclaimed. So, back inside we went to find...our brand new bikes!!
"All right!" Brandon yelled as he scrambled onto his new bike.
"Unbelievable!" I echoed with surprise.
Sparkly. New. Smell of leather. I could already feel the wind in my face, if only it wasn't a white Christmas.
"WAKE UP!!!" I yelled as I rushed into my brother, Brandon's room. "It's Christmas!!! And it snowed!"
Brandon hopped out of bed instead of his usual moaning and groaning and we ran into the den where Mom and Dad were waiting. We ripped open the beautifully wrapped presents and giggles and smiles were all around. Ahhh, I thought...this was a great Christmas.
Brandon and I began to help clean up the sparkly trash when I noticed two small envelopes on the tree. "Hey what is this?" I asked. I ripped it open as Brandon gently opened his. "Your first task is to get ready for a trip outside. You are going on a treasure hunt--a Christmas Hunt," I read.
Brandon and I quickly went to the coat closet to bundle up and follow our next clue. We went all around our snowy acre of land looking for our Christmas Treasure. Finally, the last clue. "What? back inside?" I exclaimed. So, back inside we went to find...our brand new bikes!!
"All right!" Brandon yelled as he scrambled onto his new bike.
"Unbelievable!" I echoed with surprise.
Sparkly. New. Smell of leather. I could already feel the wind in my face, if only it wasn't a white Christmas.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
One Little Word
As I have begun my writing journey with my students. I have begun expanding from reading published text to reading other teacher's blogs. I was reading from an excerpt on the Two Writing Teachers blog about "One Little Word." They got the idea from Ali Edwards, but I really began to think about what I could do with this idea on my own and in my own life. As I lay awake thinking last night (it seems all my "great" thinking happens right before bedtime), I couldn't decide on which word to choose. Should I choose inspire? This is such a driving force in my classroom. I want my students to be inspired. What about believe? This year I have really had to take a leap of faith and believe in myself in ways I never thought possible. Or strength? It seems just when I thought I had nothing left there was this resilient oak tree standing within me that helped me make it through. What about create? I had put all of my creativity aside..thinking I had let my family go in the divorce when really it was just looking at things in a different light. So I decided....drumroll..."create."
In 2009, I want to focus on creating. Creating a transformation in my home and finish the transformation of my classroom.
Create-use of imaginative skill; design
I have chosen the word create as my one little word to live by for 2009. I hope that my life will begin to embody this word. That I will use the techniques of thinking outside the box in all aspects of my life: personal and professional.
In 2009, I want to focus on creating. Creating a transformation in my home and finish the transformation of my classroom.
Create-use of imaginative skill; design
I have chosen the word create as my one little word to live by for 2009. I hope that my life will begin to embody this word. That I will use the techniques of thinking outside the box in all aspects of my life: personal and professional.
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