One of my 10th grade students brought her 14 month old in to school today, (after class). He is 14 months old. He is adorable.
I found out one of my OTHER students, a male, his "ex" girlfriend gave birth a month ago. He had a picture on his cell phone. She is adorable. I think he's a Junior.
I...sort of am speechless. SHE has it together, is going to school, working, I think living at home.
He, I think, is joining the services or something.
I...just have no words.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I"m so lame lately
Sorry dear reader..I'm lame. I don't know why anyone continues coming here. I post jokes and stupid schemes that think I am desirable and they want to give me money.
I've just been...OVERWHELMED. I dont want to whine. I'm miserable. I have started this job, and its crazy.....School no school school storm, no storm...
Snow more snow more snow...get stuck. White out...driving as a grown woman into COmple area covered in snow and I cant even see.
NO sleep 2 nights ffreking out, no sleep gotta get sleep...plus new job sign langingeuregs then...two night s a week in a row for three weeks....a county parenting class that is just different than when its not a "COUNTY" class....and how could soomebvoy try for 14 years ot get preggos, and then theSTATE steps in andnrevoes the kid at 4 months old...and they STILL not have custody when the kid is now 14 MTONTHS OLD...ths makes me crazy.
Then to hear a former coworker was "retire or we'll fire her"
I've just been...OVERWHELMED. I dont want to whine. I'm miserable. I have started this job, and its crazy.....School no school school storm, no storm...
Snow more snow more snow...get stuck. White out...driving as a grown woman into COmple area covered in snow and I cant even see.
NO sleep 2 nights ffreking out, no sleep gotta get sleep...plus new job sign langingeuregs then...two night s a week in a row for three weeks....a county parenting class that is just different than when its not a "COUNTY" class....and how could soomebvoy try for 14 years ot get preggos, and then theSTATE steps in andnrevoes the kid at 4 months old...and they STILL not have custody when the kid is now 14 MTONTHS OLD...ths makes me crazy.
Then to hear a former coworker was "retire or we'll fire her"
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Mothers.... a little read...
I usually try not to just "re post" stuff, but I got this in an email from one of my foster/adoptive moms, and tears started welling in my eyes. May each of us remember the various cathedrals we are building.
Invisible Mothers...
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this ? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know... I just did.
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.
Invisible Mothers...
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this ? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know... I just did.
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
WHOO HOO this is one thing I'm doing
http://stlouisschools.net/1580101026211852973/cwp/view.asp?A=3&Q=275523&C=54381
Love and Logic Parenting Classes
Dates:
Tuesdays: March 4, 11, 18
Thursdays: March 6, 13
Times:
6:00-8:15 p.m.
Site:
Horizon's High School
(formerly Westgate)
Cost:
$25 per participant
Instructor:
MEEEEEE!!!!
Welcome to Saint Louis Community Education ...
Saint Louis Public Schools Community Education is a program designed for children, youth, and adults to develop or enhance life, personal, or business skills in a friendly, local setting. Because this program services the needs of the community, Kathy Shepard, Program Director, is always looking for classes that will be of interest and benefit to the community.
We are currently seeking instructors for youth and adult enrichment courses during the winter months. This is a wonderful way to share a talent, hobby, or skill that you have plus earn income. If you have expertise in any of the following areas, please call the Community Education office at 989 681-6805:
This is another thing
Love and Logic Parenting Classes
Dates:
Tuesdays: March 4, 11, 18
Thursdays: March 6, 13
Times:
6:00-8:15 p.m.
Site:
Horizon's High School
(formerly Westgate)
Cost:
$25 per participant
Instructor:
MEEEEEE!!!!
Welcome to Saint Louis Community Education ...
Saint Louis Public Schools Community Education is a program designed for children, youth, and adults to develop or enhance life, personal, or business skills in a friendly, local setting. Because this program services the needs of the community, Kathy Shepard, Program Director, is always looking for classes that will be of interest and benefit to the community.
We are currently seeking instructors for youth and adult enrichment courses during the winter months. This is a wonderful way to share a talent, hobby, or skill that you have plus earn income. If you have expertise in any of the following areas, please call the Community Education office at 989 681-6805:
This is another thing
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sunday
*Go to church? Where to Go? Damn I hate not having a place to feel at home.
* Wake up kids
* Drink Coffee, Internet, oops forgot to pee
*get dressed, its foggy,
*van is broke down,
*its cold
*go to local church, no gas, no groceries
*pretend to worship, then DO worship
*Sing
*Rejoice
*Grocery store with last dollars
*cook
*Frozen pizza for lunch
*Roast, BIG salad, peel carrots, potatoes, apples for PW pie, garlics,
*Toast almonds, sesame seeds, more sesame for dressing
*clean
*eggs for deviled
*peel eggs
*enlist help again
*laundry forever
*movie with Son
*Dinner ready
*dad home
*pie in oven
*salads, soda (big treat)
*Roast, tatos, done, made gravy
*Evan Almighty with all of family, not ONE phone interruption!
*showers around
*3rd load of dishwasher
*mother well Check call
*dessert during movie
*start new job tomorrow
*Trying hard not to freak out
*love around
*Yelling around
*Little one finger nails painted
*kisses
*Feel fat with big zits on face (and for you dear reader...I just spent a horrifying 45 minutes at "popthatzit.com" looking for a zit picture.) If you are brave, and bored, that is your place. See how I show my love by NOT posting anything. Don't do it right before bed. I. Can't. Stop. Looking. at. The. Videos.
*is there every any down time as a mom?
* Wake up kids
* Drink Coffee, Internet, oops forgot to pee
*get dressed, its foggy,
*van is broke down,
*its cold
*go to local church, no gas, no groceries
*pretend to worship, then DO worship
*Sing
*Rejoice
*Grocery store with last dollars
*cook
*Frozen pizza for lunch
*Roast, BIG salad, peel carrots, potatoes, apples for PW pie, garlics,
*Toast almonds, sesame seeds, more sesame for dressing
*clean
*eggs for deviled
*peel eggs
*enlist help again
*laundry forever
*movie with Son
*Dinner ready
*dad home
*pie in oven
*salads, soda (big treat)
*Roast, tatos, done, made gravy
*Evan Almighty with all of family, not ONE phone interruption!
*showers around
*3rd load of dishwasher
*mother well Check call
*dessert during movie
*start new job tomorrow
*Trying hard not to freak out
*love around
*Yelling around
*Little one finger nails painted
*kisses
*Feel fat with big zits on face (and for you dear reader...I just spent a horrifying 45 minutes at "popthatzit.com" looking for a zit picture.) If you are brave, and bored, that is your place. See how I show my love by NOT posting anything. Don't do it right before bed. I. Can't. Stop. Looking. at. The. Videos.
*is there every any down time as a mom?
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