Day 59 New/Old Job
This picture is not from today. It’s from the first week of school six years ago. I’m excited to share that I’ll be returning to this classroom next week after two years as our school’s STREAM Lab teacher. My year of math specialist courses has left me wishing in a big way that I was teaching math again. So when this position unexpectedly came open the week before, I asked if I could make the move. I have learned so many new things in my VCU classes that I need to try out before I try to coach someone else to do them. I’m going to miss working with students and teachers all over the building, but I’m looking forward to building deep relationships with the 50ish kids that I will teach.
Day 60 Melt Down
I finished my morning run today by reflecting to Ruth about my kids’ recent growth. I told her about them playing outside the day before. Twice Bubba came in upset. He flopped down on the sofa and announced some injustice inflicted on him by his sister or neighbor friend. But this day was slightly different than the days and weeks before. First, he hadn’t said the words I have been trying to erase from his vocabulary: I’m going to tell. Jay and I have been preaching to him that those words never result in anything good. Finally it appeared that this message go through to him, and he just came inside when he needed help instead of extending the problem with those four fighting words. This day was also different because he accepted help. He calmed down quickly, and we rehearsed how he would communicate what he needed to Chica and his friend. He went back outside quickly, said his piece, and kept on playing. This is progress, people.
Well, nothing like an hour-long meltdown the following day to keep you humble in your parenting skills. We got through it, but it wasn’t pretty. Here’s a screenshot of a text conversation I had with Ruth in the middle of that mess. Every mom needs a friend who is a few years ahead on the journey to remind her that she will one day see the other side of the hard parts.
Day 61 Sewing Class
Rachel invited Chica to join her daughter for a sewing class at Sew Simple. They had a fabulous time and each sewed a tiny cover for a pouch of tissues. She came home anxious to try something else, so I talked her into working on a stuffed animal pattern I gave her probably two years ago. She didn’t at all follow the directions, but her finished product is super cute nonetheless.
Day 62 Birthday
My birthday started off great with math nerd gifts from my family. There was no avoiding homework on my birthday, but friends and a cake pop at the Y made it better.
I spent my birthday evening here with 25 of my closest online grad school friends. At one point I messaged them something like, “Yikes. Bad storm here. My ceiling is leaking. BRB.” I rounded up a bunch of trashcans (after calling our custodian in a slight panic….I overreacted) and carried on with class. Little did I know at that point, however, that there was major flooding happening all over our city. I had to go the long, long way home because of blocked roads, but I realize that inconvenience is nothing compared to what many people faced.
Day 63 Game Night
It took me over two years to follow my friend’s advice, but I finally made an appointment for a real haircut at a real salon. I took this super awkward picture on my way home. Isn’t that what you do when you get a good haircut!?!
What I really wish I had a picture of was game night with our sweet friends from church. We parent leveled up that night. Chica entertained their youngest, pretending that she was the babysitter. The four boys got along beautifully in the basement doing who knows what, and we enjoyed playing games with almost no kid refereeing. It was glorious.
Day 64 Fun Day
Earlier in the week I made a deal with my kids that I was sure they weren’t going to keep. Except they did, so I had to follow through and take them to FunQuest. Misery loves company, so I was thankful that Alicia was willing to bring her kids to tag along. Guess what….it wasn’t all that bad. Chica actually thanked me without prompting on the way out the door. Bubba often gets angry when we have to leave something fun and complains with his “worst-day-ever-I-didn’t-have-any-fun” refrain. This time, instead, he walked out holding my hand, telling me how much fun he had. My mom heart was happy.