Saturday, September 22, 2012

Worst Teacher of the Year

What the hell is wrong with our elementary school? In general, I support all schools and teachers. I have deep respect for the hard work they do. But when something happens or is said that I disagree with, I stand up and speak my mind.  Isn't that my right as a parent? 

We have butted heads repeatedly over the years over a few issues: supervision and homework (or lack thereof). Every time there is an issue, my concerns fall on deaf ears. The only way I've gotten any concerns addressed is to go above their heads to the district.

Yesterday, I went to school for Special Friends Day with my second grade son. I was excited I could be there since the past two years I was a working mom and had to miss it. My mom in law was there too. We had lunch with him outside and then he started playing soccer with other boys since it was their recess time. My mom in law and I got to talking, and I didn't see what happened, but he came out upset and crying saying the other team was cheating and that one boy gave him a red card and kicked him out of the game. I told him there are no referees in the game and that another kid can't just kick him out. I told him to go back and play and that I would stand up for him if the boy started messing with him again. So I started paying more attention to the game.

A few minutes later, that same boy started fighting with another boy. They were kicking each other repeatedly, punching each other and slamming their bodies into each other. I watched and looked around for a teacher, but nobody else was watching. I stood up, called my son over, and broke up the fight by telling the boys to stop it. My mom in law took away the soccer ball because they were fighting, not playing.

I thought the school should know there was just a fight, so I sent my son over to tell a teacher who was watching the playground (with her back to the soccer field.)  In the past when I was working as a teacher, no matter what school or what state I was in, there was zero tolerance for fighting.  Kids had consequences.  I figured the teachers needed to know so they could handle it.  I watched as my son told the teacher, and I watched as she dismissed him and kept chatting with a mom with her back to the soccer field.  My son came back to the blanket, and I asked him if she was going to do anything about the fight, and he said he didn't know.  My mom in law and I looked at each  other in disbelief and sat there watching the teacher and wondering if she was going to act on the information she had just received.  No such luck, she continued to stand there chatting with a mom.  So, I decided to say something to her myself.

I walked over to her and excused myself for interrupting her very important (not) conversation with this mom and asked her if she was going to do anything about the boys fighting.  At first, she said she was just told about it and would deal with it later.  I repeated my concerns wondering if she was going to do anything about it at that moment, since there were adult witnesses and the boys were now dispersing.  She mocked me, slapping her hand on her thigh and using a fake voice to say, 'well, I will just get right on that! I will do something right away.'  Then she turned to keep chatting with the mom who was standing there. I stood there giving her a hard stare until she took some action.  She called one boy over, and I heard him say, "I wasn't really fighting."  So I replied, "yes he was!"  Then things took a turn for the worse.

The teacher then turned around and came at me with her finger pointed, raised her voice, and got in my face telling me that I have 'no control there' and that 'if I wanted to continue talking to her about this incident that I needed to go inside because I was embarassing her.'  She told me I needed to go inside so we could talk with an administrator, to which I replied that I'm sure it was very embarrasing for her since she was the only teacher on duty and kids were fighting and she wasn't doing anything about it.  Like this conversation with this mom standing there was more important that the safety of kids who were beating each other up??

So, I gladly obliged.  Sure, let's go inside and talk to an administrator, why not.  We go inside, and we find an administrator, and we sit down, and the first thing she says is, "I'm so pissed."  How professional?  Let me get this straight.  Two boys beat each other up.  No teacher is watching. No teacher does anything about it.  When I tell a teacher and ask her to act on it, I am the one at fault and am sent to the office.  SHE is the one who is angry, and MY behavoir is inappropriate, not the behavior of the fighting boys.  Really? 

She is the first to speak and unleashes with lies.  Apparently, I walked up to her and started yellling at her. Apparently, I attacked her, and this is her defense.  Whatever.  I got a chance to speak my side of the story, and after I explained the urgency of the issue in my opinion, the AP replied with, 'well we aren't into public humiliation, and we aim to preserve the dignity of the child, so I'm going to go on the assumption that you (the teacher) were going to look into it later.'  To which I replied that not issuing immediate consequences gives a couple messages:  that if you get in a fight at our elementary school, nothing is going to happen, and that the conversation with the mom was more important than the kids' safety. I didn't understand how they expected to get to the bottom of things later in the day once the adult witnesses were gone and the kids were going to lie about it. 

It was clear the teacher wasn't going to do ANYTHING about the fight.  She was too busy chit chatting with another mom to even care about what just happened.  The AP pointed out that we have a philosophical divide - that I expected immediate consequences, and that's just not how they do things at our school.  She did assure me there were consequences for fighting, and that they would look into it.  She did her best to defend her teacher, which is what she should do.  But, in my opinion, there is no defense of a teacher who turns her back on the report of kids fighting and who acts so unprofessional to a parent with a concern.  All she had to do was excuse herself from the mom she was talking to, call the boys over and deal with the conflict.  Is that too much to ask? 

Instead of the boys getting in trouble for beating each other up, I was the one who was out of line apparently.  I was the one sent to the office. I was the one she was "pissed" at.  What message does that send to the children?  She is the most unprofessional teacher I have ever dealt with.  I have never seen a teacher wag her finger in my face and yell at me over something the kids did.  In my opinion, she is the worst teacher I've ever met.  It makes me sick that the administration backs this and other behaviors in the past.  We still have three more years at this school, so wish me luck. I'm going to keep being myself and standing up for my kid and for what I think is right for kids in general.

Here's a quick recap of past conflicts:

1. No homework. They formed a committee of parents and teachers who decided homework isn't beneficial unless it's purposeful and meaningful (duh). So instead of assigning purposeful and meaningful homework, they decided no homework. I fought the battle again this year when my son's second grade teacher wrote home saying there wouldn't be any homework.  I opposed, and she replied saying they adopted the district guidelines.  I searched the district guidelines and sent them to her and the principal.  The guidelines are about high quality, meaningful homework, not NO homework.  The teacher and principal stopped answering me and told me to talk to the district.  I did. The district said they are NOT a no homework district, and they tried to tell me my school is aligned with their guidelines.  Once I sent the email saying there is NO homework, she said it must be some kind of misunderstanding.  In the end, she offered to send home a workbook that goes with the math series. That's all I wanted in the first place. I can't believe it was so hard to get some homework for my child when it was clearly available all along.  I don't appreciate being lied to either. I don't appreciate that the teacher and principal stopped being responsive.  I don't appreciate that they lie and do what is easiest on them.  It's absolutely ridiculous.

2.  Supervision: 
  • Instead of hiring substitute teachers, they let parent volunteers manage classrooms for half days while the staff meets for PLCs (Professional Learning Committees).  Parent volunteers are only background checked in the state of Texas.  So a child molester from another state can easily be in charge of my kids' class one day just because my elementary school wants to save some money and not hire a sub!
  • When my middle daughter was in third grade, her teacher left the class alone so she could take boxes out to her car.  It was toward the end of the year, and she was moving classrooms the next year.  So she decided to ask a couple kids to help and she left the class alone.  Well, my daughter had to go pee.  She is a rule follower and didn't want to leave the classroom without permission.  So what happened? She peed her pants!  Then the kids went running next door saying, 'we need a teacher, she peed her pants!'  My daughter came home humiliated. When I talked to the principal about it, she tried to appeal to the fact that I've been a teacher before, and she said you know there are times when you have to leave your classes alone.  OK, like maybe in an emergency, or maybe if you are having a bathroom problem, or something I can see running out for a few minutes if you have to.  But you are supposed to get coverage.  You are supposed to reserve those times to absolute emergencies.  You aren't supposed to leave your class alone to take things to your car. That is NOT an emergency! 
I'm sick of lazy teachers. I'm sick of lazy administrators. I'm sick of people around here being fake!  Do what's right for kids. Watch them with your eyeballs.  Try to challenge them. Teach them study habits.  And act when something goes wrong.  That's all I ask.


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

30 Days of Truth: Day 12-Something You Never Get Compliments On

I never get compliments on my singing. And I sing every day! Sometimes I'm sing along with songs in the car. Sometimes I sing along with songs on my iPhone or computer, while I'm working, cleaning, etc.

If I'm driving or riding in a car, I'm pretty much always singing. I put my iPod on shuffle and see what happens. The girls like to sing too, and I allow it, but when Joe is driving, he tells them to stop. He doesn't tell me to stop just because I'm an adult, but he finds singing in the car irritating.

Sometimes I make up my own songs. I invent silly songs that are, well, they are what all songs are..various sentences put to a tune. For example, I might sing about how much I love my kids and my husband. I might sing about feeling tired, lazy, happy, sad, or mad. It just depends on the circumstances.

I love music, always have and always will. People have told me to stop singing (I won't name names), and it's definitely something I don't get compliments on. I don't really care. I'm not trying to be a famous singer. I'm just going to keep being me and making joyful noise!

Sunday, September 16, 2012



Liebster Blogger Award:  Grass Oil gave me this award.  Thank you so much Molly!  She's my friend from high school, and we reconnected at our ten year reunion and have been friends again ever since then.  For a while I was lucky enough to live near her, and we had our youngest kids not too far apart from each other.  She inspired me then that having three kids wasn't too much of a handful.  And she inspires me now to blog and not care about what people think about it.  I'm not a writer primarily, but I do like to write and I do enjoy blogging.  She's the proud mom of three boys, and she's an introspective, funny, and opinionated writer.  I appreciate being recognized by someone with her talent!  So again, thank you Molly for mentioning me!

The Rules

  1. Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
  2. Answer the 11 questions the person giving the award has set for you.
  3. Create 11 questions for the people you will be giving the award to.
  4. Choose 11 people to award and send them a link to your post. Go to their page and tell them.
  5. No tag backs.

11 Things About Me:

  1.  I'm allergic to fragrance and cigarette smoke. I'm really sensitive to smells.
  2. I'm half-Korean.
  3. I have a goldfish in my bathroom and another fish tank in the kitchen (not goldfish).
  4. I am learning to play electric guitar.
  5. I hate mornings.
  6. I don't eat wheat, corn, sugar, or eggs.
  7. I wanted to be a sleep scientist when I was a kid.
  8. I've had sixteen surgeries
  9. I hope to live to be 100 years old.
  10. I fly in my dreams.
  11. My back hurts.

My Questions for the future Liebsters:

  • Are you a dog, bird or cat person? Why?  I'm definitely a dog person because I'm allergic to cats! Plus you can't take a cat for a walk.  And they poop and pee in a litter box then walk around the house...yuck!  I have two dogs now, boston terriers (brother and sister), named Tom Brady and Marley respectively.  Before them, I had a boxer and gave her away because she kept knocking my kids over.  Before her, I had a husky/rottweiler/wolf mix named Jordan. She lived to be almost 14. She was the best dog ever!  I also had Jordan's mom, Kelsey, before that.  Kelsey gave birth to a litter of pups, and I kept Jordan and her sister, Freya.  My boyfriend kept her son, Orion.  When we got back together, we had four dogs together.  On my 23rd birthday, he accidentally ran over Freya with my orange VW van while we were staying on a commune in Northern California.  It was a traumatic experience.  We went to replace her with another wolf-hybrid and ended up with two females, Lupus and Gray Cloud.  We had five dogs at one time!  I love the feeling of hiking/walking with dogs without leashes. It makes me feel free and part of nature!
  • Favorite ice cream presentation: hard packed or soft serve? Cake cone or sugar cone?  I don't eat ice cream anymore due to food intolerances.  But in the old days, I used to like hard packed ice cream in a cake cone! My favorite flavor was chocolate mint chip.
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  • Favorite time of day: dawn or eventide?  Sunset (evening) is my favorite time of day.  Sunny afternoons are a close second. I am most definitely NOT a morning person.  I take pictures at sunset all the time. I love how the sky is illuminated with patterns and colors!  It's never the same thing twice. 
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  • What do you like most in others? I appreciate kindness and compassion in others.  We are all one people walking through our lives on this beautiful planet.  I wish we could all live in peace and in respect of one another. 
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  • What is the most frustrating part of your craft?  That takes me defining my craft. I have a few crafts, so I will focus on my professional craft:  teaching math.  The most frustrating part of my craft is the negative attitude toward mathematics.  Kids get frustrated. Parents are frustrated. People give up on math because it is too hard.  I call BS!  If we increase rigor in the elementary and middle school years, I believe our students would be better prepared for the abstract nature of the high school years.  Kids need exposure. Kids need practice. Kids need encouragement. That's what my craft is about, and I'm hell bent on affecting change for the better!
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  • What do you do for exercise?  I swim, do yoga, light weights, the rowing machine, the arm bike, walk, and bike.  I also stretch and do squats and all manner of PT type exercises in random moments.
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  • What is your favorite personal quality in yourself?  My favorite personal quality is my gregariousness.  I have always been outgoing. My mom used to joke that I can make friends with a telephone pole.  I do appreciate a wide spectrum of people and do my best to get along and find common ground with others. 
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  • Is where you are right now in your life where you expected to be?  Yes. ExactlyWell, almost.  When I was young, I would look into the future and see myself as a comfortable married woman with children wearing diamond earrings.  I am comfortable (thanks to my husband's glowing career as a health care lawyer), and I have beautiful children, and I have diamond earrings.  I lost the backing of one of them, and I still haven't gotten it replaced through my insurance.  Once I do it, I will be able to wear them again!  Besides the material things, all I ever wanted was a husband and family.  I have all that. I am eternally grateful!
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  • What would you change, if you could, about your life per your answer above?  I would only change my current physical state.  I don't want to be in pain every day. So I'm learning how to change things as best I can. I go to PT. I get massages. I work out. I rest.  I focus on nutrition.  I do what I can. 
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  • What is the greatest sorrow you have experienced?  The greatest sorrow I've experienced is losing my father and many other friends.  See this blog entry about the one I feel the most involved with.  I hate how death takes people away unexpectedly.  Especially when they are young people who haven't lived full lives.  Knowing that someone I once cared about and whose company I once enjoyed is now a lifeless corpse either buried or cremated is a horrible thought.
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  • What is your greatest joy?  My children are my greatest joy.  All I wanted to be when I was a kid was a wife and mommy. My dreams came true, and I am blessed with three children of my own and a stepson. 

11 Blogs Receiving the Liebster 2012 Award (in no particular order):

11 Questions for award recipients:
  • What are your pet peeves?
  • What's your favorite meal?
  • What do you think about climate change?
  • A friend of yours texts you one day and you don't answer. Then the friend dies the next day. What do you do?
  • What can you do to make the world a better place?
  • What's your greatest strength?
  • What's your greatest weakness?
  • What do you love about yourself?
  • What do you hate about yourself?
  • What dreams do you have for the future?
  • Think of someone who needs your positive thoughts and energy.  Write a note to them and send them some positive wishes.

 

Friday, September 14, 2012

30 Days of Truth: Day 11-Something People Always Seem to Compliment You On.

I get complimented for looking young. I frequently get carded to buy wine, and at restaurants with my husband I frequently get carded, but he doesn't. And he is five years younger than I am!

I got carded for NyQuil one time. I swear to God. My oldest (teenage) daughter was with me at the time. They said I could be her big sister or auntie. Maybe they thought we were going to use it to get drunk? As long as I don't lose my ID, I can prove that I'm more than double the legal drinking age!

I contribute this trait to my half-Korean genes. Thanks dad!

30 Days of Truth: Day 10-Someone You Need to Let Go, or Wish You Didn't Know.

Over the past several years, I've weeded out people from my life that I needed to let go.  I've let go of some toxic and fake relationships.  I've let go of male friendships that weren't healthy for my marriage.  I've let go of family members who are impossible to deal with.

I've been thinking about this question for days and feel that I don't have anyone I need to let go or wish I didn't know.  I'm a pretty real person.  If you like me great, if not, no problem.  I don't keep people in my life for no reason. 

The people I need to let go are the dearly departed.  I probably think too often of my friends and loved ones who have already passed away.  It makes me sad to think of each loss, and it makes me worried about when it will be my turn.  I worry about losing my husband or kids, and I worry about something happening to me.  I'm not sure where we were before we were born, and I'm not sure where we go after we die, so it's quite a conundrum for me to think about.  This life on this Earth is the only thing I am sure of, and too often it is cut short by tragedy.  Accidents and illnesses take our loved ones away before their time.  We are left here to cherish memories and hope to be reunited with our them sometime in the future.  Spending too much time thinking about people who are gone is probably not the healthiest thing for me. I could probably stand to let go of those haunting thoughts and unpleasant memories of saying goodbye forever.



Sunday, September 9, 2012

Pain

You know what sucks? Pain. 

You know what sucks more? Learning that to be in less pain, I must cut back on exercising (hence become fat and unfit). 

I don't really like my choices here.  For my entire life, I've cared about my fitness and my appearance.  Now that I'm reaching mid-forties, I'm being told to cut back on exercising.  Cut back?  I need more! Are you kidding me? Have you seen my legs? 

I've been losing muscle tone and gaining fat for years now since I hurt my ankle playing over forty women's soccer.  (I should have known....hanging head in shame)  It was the beginning of a cascade of events that have led me to today.

First I rolled it running full speed playing soccer.  Little did I know that I have a leg length discrepancy. My right leg is longer, so I keep hurting it over and over again (to date I've had five knee surgeries and two ankle surgeries on my right leg).  A ligament partially tore, so I wore a boot and limped around until it healed.   Then in the spring of 2009, I decided to show Sierra (who was then trying out for varsity dance as a junior) that I could still do high kicks.  I did one, two, then three, then oh no I heard a snap and there I was lying on the floor crying, screaming and writhing in pain.  It turned out I tore the ATFL all the way off the bone and a  few tendons in the back (peroneus, brevis, and longus).

Fast forward three years to today.  I had the surgeries, I did the PT, and I'm still in pain.  Every day. And since my ankle isn't right, my knee isn't right, and since my knee isn't right, my lower back isn't right....and so it goes.  I had already been suffering from chronic pain in my neck and mid back from previous over-wear and tear.  Now that my lower back decided to join in, I'm just one ball of pain from neck to toe literally.

PT helps. Yoga helps.  Diet and hydration help.  Rest helps.  Working out doesn't help.  It flares me up every time.  My physical therapists tell me to stick with the baby steps before I try the more advanced exercises.  I've got to build up strength a little at a time.  I tend to overdo it and set myself back. 

Until my current flare-up settles down, I'm only allowed to swim and do five PT exercises which involve lying on the floor (neutral spine) and a physio ball and foam roller.  It's not like me, and I'm having trouble transitioning from my active lifestyle.  I really don't want to give up on fitness and stop exercising.  But I really can't function on a daily basis when I'm in pain.  Pain is a pain!

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30 Days of Truth: Day 9-Someone You Didn't Want to Let Go but Drifted Apart

The friend who comes to mind is someone I knew from my childhood (middle and high schools) and we reconnected as adults. She was my best friend for years.  Our girls were a year apart, and when I was living at my mom's house as a single mom, we practically talked and saw each other every single day. We used to stay on the phone for hours and talked about just about everything.  We saw each other at our worst moments and helped each other through some tough times.  We helped each other with our kids since I was single and her significant other wasn't very involved.  We were friends during her during her second pregnancy, and I was there when her son was born.  I felt honored to be there as a support person.  I moved away and got remarried and had my second daughter then we moved back to Virginia for five years.  My friend and I reconnected, and she was there for me to watch my daughters when I went to the hospital to give birth to my son.  We talked and visited and shared a wonderful friendship for many years. 

Sadly, it came to an end when she got mad at me over a misunderstanding during happy hour with other girlfriends.  I introduced one of my other friends to the hostess's husband and didn't introduce her.  She got her feelings hurt and exploded with many things she had been unhappy with me about but had previously kept to herself.  I was surprised and did everything I could to mend the relationship.  She told me she didn't like how I acted when I got around other girlfriends and we drank wine together.  I was sorry she felt that way and didn't mean to act differently toward her, but perception is reality, and her feelings were hurt.  Our friendship was never the same.

 I moved away again to Texas, and we visited Virginia in 2008.  I visited with my old friend, and our daughters spent some time together.  Things weren't the same, but it was nice to see her and talk again.  We had another fight the night before I was flying back to Texas over a bra that my daughter borrowed from her daughter.  She and her daughter called me multiple times that night to try to get the bra back.  I was in an argument with my husband, and it wasn't a good time to take their calls.  I offered to mail the bra back to her daughter once we got back to Texas as it wasn't a good time to deliver it back to her house.  Since I was already in a fiery mood because of the argument with my husband, this time I was the sharp one. I expressed frustration that she put zero effort into repairing our friendship, but now this bra was so important that she and her daughter called me over and over again even though I told them it wasn't a good time for me to talk.  At that point, our friendship ended for good.  Since then, we have totally drifted apart.  I haven't asked her to forgive me for getting mad at her that night, and she hasn't made any effort to be my friend.  Her daughter decided to be sassy to me online about her bra, and I decided to report her to her high school cheerleading coach since her parents weren't going to do anything to discipline her.  I'm pretty sure my ex-friend didn't appreciate me bringing her daughter's message to the school's attention, but as the parent of a high schooler at the time, I knew that frequently schools enforce respectful behavior on behalf of their athletes because how they act represents the school.  I mailed the bra back to her daughter and never heard from her again.  I've tried friending her on facebook, but she won't accept my friendship. 

We always had our differences, but we also had many similarities.  It's sad that our friendship fell apart, but in this case it seems that our differences tore us apart.   I wish we could be friends again, but I'm not holding my breath.  Once a friendship is broken, it's really hard to put it back together. 

Friday, September 7, 2012

30 Days of Truth: Day 8-Someone Who Has Made Your Life Hell

I've been thinking about this question for days.  I don't like focusing on negative people or experiences. It's difficult to answer this question without focusing on and giving more power to the negative person or people.  The best way to explain it is to write about how I grew from the experience.

What/Who was the problem, and how did I react to it?

How did I use that hellish feeling as an opportunity for growth? 

I realized I have already written this entry, just not under this title.  It's the entry called, "Pearls on a String" that sums up what happened on the day I quit my job in March 2012 (a first for me).  As a teacher, the administration can either make or break you unfortunately.  I learned some tough lessons about politics in the workplace, and I grew from the experience.  Some blessings come in disguise.

Here's a link:

http://susannenelson.blogspot.com/2012/07/pearls-on-string.html


 


And this song fits nicely here:

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

30 Days of Truth: Day 7-Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living

I'm dropping the 'for' at the end of this sentence on purpose. I don't think it belongs there.  Grammar aside, this question is well worth asking and answering.  My first thought was my husband. I gave it a couple of days, and my answer is still my husband, Joe.  He makes my life worth living.  I kind of don't like this question because to me all life is worth living.  But if you are going to ask me who is the most important person in my life and who is the person I couldn't live without, it is definitely Joe.

I met him in 1998 when he was a personal trainer at a gym (I was his 12:30 appointment one Sunday) and I had just moved to Reno, NV for my first teaching job.  We clicked right away, became quick friends and running mates.  I broke off an engagement with another guy (the guy I moved to Reno with) because it didn't make sense to me that I was to marry him when I spent all my time with my best friend Joe from the gym.  I was clear with Joe about my goals, to be remarried and to have another baby.  Sierra was six when we got married in 1999, and we had Zoe in 2000.  Let me talk for a minute about being a single mom with Sierra trying to find a new husband.  I was never at a lack for dates, but what was lacking was the kind of guy who was not afraid of commitment and fatherhood.  Joe stepped right up and loved Sierra because he loved me.  Amazing.

We married in 1999, had Zoe in 2000, and moved to Virginia in 2001 so he could start law school.  We had Thomas in 2004, and then I stopped working to be a full time mom.  In 2006, we moved to a bigger house in Texas, and just this year he made partner at his law firm in Dallas.  Although I returned to work for a few years, I'm now back at home full time and tutoring math part time.  Joe supports me in whatever I want to do.  Even as a stay home mom, he supports me in having 'me' time, and he helps out with grocery shopping and cooking now and then to give me a break.  He works hard for us to enjoy a nice quality of life.  He is my best friend and an excellent father to our kids. He spends time with them one on one so they can develop healthy relationships, so the kids can grow up assured that their father values them, something I lacked so much in my youth.

He made all my dreams come true and fathered two beautiful children with me.  He wants me to be happy, and he's there for me when I need him.  He is smart and challenges me intellectually.  He is sweet and loves me just the way I am.  He believes in me, and he says that I bring out the best in him.  Of course we have our issues and little fights like every married couple, but without Joe my life would fall apart.  He is my person, my rock, my soft place to land.  He makes my life worth living.

Monday, September 3, 2012

30 Days of Truth: Day 6-Something You Hope You Will Never Have to Do

I hope I never have to bury one of my kids. That may be a morbid thought, but it's real. It would be hard enough to lose a spouse. I can't imagine losing a child. I hope I never have to find out what it's like.

Saying a special prayer of loving, positive thoughts for all those parents out there who have lost a child <3

Saturday, September 1, 2012

30 Days of Truth: Day 5-Something You Hope to Do In Your Life

"Heaven is finding happiness right where you are."

I hope to reach enlightenment if there is such a thing. At least that's what I strive for. I read this quote and although I'm not sure who wrote it, I love it. It fits the Buddhist ideas of releasing attachments, karma, and accepting impermanence on the path to spiritual enlightenment. Attachments cause suffering, and to be truly happy we have to learn to let go and go with the flow. I'm not a Buddhist, but I like these ideas for living. I'm practicing and learning these lessons every day. I count the many blessings in my life and aim to let go of negative experiences and work through obstacles. Most of all I hope to live a long healthy life with my family, and I hope to be the best person I can be.