I have a bit of a stubborn side. If you know me at all, this is not a surprise. So when I am told I can't do something, my first response is usually "Yes I can!"
Sometimes, though, like this weekend, it doesn't even occur to me that I shouldn't do something until long after it's already done. Something like.... oh let's just use moving furniture. Alone. Because I'd never move furniture by myself when I'm 24 weeks pregnant, right?
Yeah, we'll go with that.
I did have a nice day Saturday with Emma. My husband was out of town for the day, and early-ish that morning she came and crawled into bed with me and we had some nice cuddle and chat time. Then she informed me my baby was hungry (and was thrilled when I knew she was talking about herself and not her growing baby sister). We had breakfast, dressed, and went into town. The church sale we were going to help with was canceled, so we spent the next four hours going around town visiting all the stores we never have time to normally. We had lunch out (her restaurant choice) and eventually went home. We had ice cream and watched a movie. Then something so rare happened I wish I had a recorder then:
"Mom, I am tired of my room being messy. I'm going to clean it. Will you help me?"
Heck yes I'll help you! The previous weekend she got a new desk and bookcase, but there was still lots of work to be done. And we did it. We started around 7 pm and didn't stop until 11. We cleaned it all, even under her bed. During this time, we were trying to find a place to put her fold-up chair when she wasn't using it. Its former home now occupied her guitar, so we thought it would go nicely between the bookcase and dresser. Except it wouldn't quite fit. So I moved the dresser.
And her nightstand - twice. I had to move it to vacuum underneath it!
We finally wore ourselves out, and knew we had to stop or we'd never make it to church in the morning. She went to bed, and I went to fold and put away all the laundry I'd washed during the day.
A little after midnight my husband came home from his trip. Shortly after that, I had some bleeding. Not enough to be alarmed necessarily, but enough to concern me since it hasn't happened once with this pregnancy. My back and belly hurt, too. I figured I just overdid it a bit and decided to put myself on bed/couch rest for all of the next day.
No more bleeding, but I still was sore all day Sunday. And Monday, and Tuesday. At work, one of the case managers was concerned enough to convince me to call the doctor. I had decided not to call, since I already had an appointment for later this week. She was pretty worried, though, so I called the nurse line. The doctor wanted to see me right away.
Ok - now a little more concerned. He examined me, and luckily everything is fine with the baby. Heartbeat very strong, kicking like crazy (especially when she hears her big sister talking), and growing steadily. I, however, apparently pulled the muscles in my abdomen and ruptured a blood vessel where I didn't even know was possible. I am cleared for the Race for the Cure this weekend, but strictly no more heavy lifting!
Or moving furniture....
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
The big reveal
Last Thursday we had the 20 week ultrasound to see how the baby is doing... and find out what was cooking in there. My husband and I both had the day off from work (which also happened to be his birthday - what a gift, right?) and we picked Emma up from school early.
We headed to the doctor's office and luckily for them the ultrasound was done first thing. Technology sure has improved in the past eleven years! We could even make out the little face and fingers. We got some great pictures to bring home with us, too.
Then was the checkup. Emma informed me that she WAS going to that part, also, so I told her to bring Daddy back since he hasn't gotten to be at any previous checkup. The doctor did ask me if I was eating (again!) since I've lost five more pounds since my previous visit, bringing my total to a 15 lb loss since the first prenatal visit. I am eating, by the way, I just don't have much appetite.
If I had known this baby thing was such a good diet I might have tried it earlier...
We decided not to tell anyone the gender right away, and have a reveal party on the weekend for friends and family instead. My parents came, and my best friend and her adorable little boy came, and we had my mother-in-law on the phone for the cake-cutting. I had colored a white cake the proper color and frosted the whole thing white. I found pink and blue decorator gels at the store and covered the top in question marks.
Everyone was surprised when the inside of the cake was pink!
So, in four short months we will have two daughters. Emma is thrilled to be getting a little sister, and is already embroidering a bib for her that says "I love my big sis."
Now the quest for a name begins....
We headed to the doctor's office and luckily for them the ultrasound was done first thing. Technology sure has improved in the past eleven years! We could even make out the little face and fingers. We got some great pictures to bring home with us, too.
Then was the checkup. Emma informed me that she WAS going to that part, also, so I told her to bring Daddy back since he hasn't gotten to be at any previous checkup. The doctor did ask me if I was eating (again!) since I've lost five more pounds since my previous visit, bringing my total to a 15 lb loss since the first prenatal visit. I am eating, by the way, I just don't have much appetite.
If I had known this baby thing was such a good diet I might have tried it earlier...
We decided not to tell anyone the gender right away, and have a reveal party on the weekend for friends and family instead. My parents came, and my best friend and her adorable little boy came, and we had my mother-in-law on the phone for the cake-cutting. I had colored a white cake the proper color and frosted the whole thing white. I found pink and blue decorator gels at the store and covered the top in question marks.
Everyone was surprised when the inside of the cake was pink!
So, in four short months we will have two daughters. Emma is thrilled to be getting a little sister, and is already embroidering a bib for her that says "I love my big sis."
Now the quest for a name begins....
Monday, September 14, 2009
Something you should never say to a pregnant woman
For some reason, as soon as the rest of the world finds out a woman has conceived a child, the floodgates open wide for opinions, comments, and observations that would NEVER be said to a non-pregnant woman. All of a sudden, everyone wants to know about your sex life, your digestion, your bathroom habits, your plans for your breasts - why are those things suddenly ok to ask about? Especially strangers?
But what really gets me is this comment: "Wow you are huge! Are you sure you're not having twins??"
Luckily this hasn't yet happened to me with this baby, but I got it ALL THE TIME when I was pregnant with Emma. Almost daily, whenever I left my home I'd hear some variation on that exclamation many times. Even from my own family! Granted, I was too-thin before I was pregnant. But you know what? She was a big baby - one ounce less than ten pounds. And I gained 40 pounds during the entire pregnancy. So do you know what those statements accomplished?
They ruined my self-image. I immediately went from being happy with my looks (I actually modeled for years before I got pregnant) to crying whenever I looked in the mirror. I couldn't stand to see myself naked, and of course our apartment at the time had a HUGE mirror in the bathroom, so I was faced with my huge belly every time I bathed. I didn't see myself as a beautiful pregnant woman, giving life to my child. I saw an ogre, a fat cow. Gone forever was the confidence and satisfaction with how I looked to myself.
And even though this time around I am still barely showing, I continuously catch myself holding in my stomach to look thinner, worrying about my clothes making me look fat, wondering what other people think about how I look. I can't even appreciate the growing bulge in my abdomen. And I hate that.
So please, never ever tell a pregnant woman about how huge she is. I guarantee she already knows for herself, and being reminded of that does not help matters. It just might be the final straw to destroy her confidence.
At the very least, it just might get you a black eye.
But what really gets me is this comment: "Wow you are huge! Are you sure you're not having twins??"
Luckily this hasn't yet happened to me with this baby, but I got it ALL THE TIME when I was pregnant with Emma. Almost daily, whenever I left my home I'd hear some variation on that exclamation many times. Even from my own family! Granted, I was too-thin before I was pregnant. But you know what? She was a big baby - one ounce less than ten pounds. And I gained 40 pounds during the entire pregnancy. So do you know what those statements accomplished?
They ruined my self-image. I immediately went from being happy with my looks (I actually modeled for years before I got pregnant) to crying whenever I looked in the mirror. I couldn't stand to see myself naked, and of course our apartment at the time had a HUGE mirror in the bathroom, so I was faced with my huge belly every time I bathed. I didn't see myself as a beautiful pregnant woman, giving life to my child. I saw an ogre, a fat cow. Gone forever was the confidence and satisfaction with how I looked to myself.
And even though this time around I am still barely showing, I continuously catch myself holding in my stomach to look thinner, worrying about my clothes making me look fat, wondering what other people think about how I look. I can't even appreciate the growing bulge in my abdomen. And I hate that.
So please, never ever tell a pregnant woman about how huge she is. I guarantee she already knows for herself, and being reminded of that does not help matters. It just might be the final straw to destroy her confidence.
At the very least, it just might get you a black eye.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
To tell the truth?
On my way to work this morning, the morning show I listen to was discussing telling the truth. Should we filter what we say or be completely honest, no matter what? Their examples were telling a friend you love her designer purse she spent her entire savings on then calling other friends to discuss its ugliness, or a friend who was visiting and said "I hate your wallpaper in the bathroom."
Why would civilized people do either? Maybe I'm getting too old for this station (Cosmo radio if you must know) but I don't get it. I can't see doing either thing. Instead of being on the extreme side of the parameters, I'm more of the "if it is important, then speak up" line of thinking.
So what if we don't like our friend's new clothes/purse/flooring/car colour? What does it really matter in the long run? If our friend is happy, why ruin their day (and chip away at their confidence) by saying how ugly we might think it to be? I'd rather save my complete honesty for when it is really important, like if she was considering passing up her dream job, selling her house to live in a commune, marry someone abusive... something major. Something life-altering, something important.
Who cares if her wallpaper or purse are ugly?
Why would civilized people do either? Maybe I'm getting too old for this station (Cosmo radio if you must know) but I don't get it. I can't see doing either thing. Instead of being on the extreme side of the parameters, I'm more of the "if it is important, then speak up" line of thinking.
So what if we don't like our friend's new clothes/purse/flooring/car colour? What does it really matter in the long run? If our friend is happy, why ruin their day (and chip away at their confidence) by saying how ugly we might think it to be? I'd rather save my complete honesty for when it is really important, like if she was considering passing up her dream job, selling her house to live in a commune, marry someone abusive... something major. Something life-altering, something important.
Who cares if her wallpaper or purse are ugly?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Why are we unhappy?
I heard something very interesting on the radio this morning as I was driving to work. The morning show host had read a study recently that found women today are overall more unhappy than women of past generations. The host was surprised, because (more or less) "with the whole feminist movement and more options we have, how can we be unhappier? It must be divorce."
I am not surprised at the study, actually. And no, I don't agree with divorce being the cause. True, the divorce rate is higher now than in past generations, but how many women then were hopelessly stuck in unhappy marriages? There isn't a stigma attached to being a divorced woman any more. So no, I don't think that is the reason.
I love that the feminist movement has given women so many options for what to do with our lives! We can have successful careers, go to any college we want, raise a family (or not, it's our choice), and do basically whatever we choose! Heck, a woman could even be president and a few generations ago we weren't even allowed to vote.
But - I think this is the root of our unhappiness. Instead of feeling like we have a choice, too many women feel pressured to "do it all" and do it all perfectly. We must go to college, get regular promotions at work, marry, have children, raise those children to be perfect, maintain a spotless home, cook nutritious, organic meals, and look good doing it. We feel this pressure from television, magazines, our families, and ourselves. Out of these, I don't think our families are malicious with the pressure, but want "what is best" for us. But who knows what is best for us more than ourselves? Unfortunately, if other women are like me, we are our biggest critics. The outside influences, on the other hand, don't care about us as individuals and press their own agenda: Buy our product! You MUST breastfeed or you are a bad mother! You MUST NEVER make mistakes in raising your children or you are a bad mother! You MUST be skinny and have your hair done in salons! Do it OUR way! Your way isn't good enough!
We need to stop listening to all the critics! Including our own inner critics. We are human, not superhuman. One woman cannot possibly do it all and do it all perfectly. Something has to give! If we keep trying, it is our health and our own happiness that gets lost in the shuffle. So stop, take a step back, and relax. And breathe.
My new mantra? I am good enough, just the way I am.
I am not surprised at the study, actually. And no, I don't agree with divorce being the cause. True, the divorce rate is higher now than in past generations, but how many women then were hopelessly stuck in unhappy marriages? There isn't a stigma attached to being a divorced woman any more. So no, I don't think that is the reason.
I love that the feminist movement has given women so many options for what to do with our lives! We can have successful careers, go to any college we want, raise a family (or not, it's our choice), and do basically whatever we choose! Heck, a woman could even be president and a few generations ago we weren't even allowed to vote.
But - I think this is the root of our unhappiness. Instead of feeling like we have a choice, too many women feel pressured to "do it all" and do it all perfectly. We must go to college, get regular promotions at work, marry, have children, raise those children to be perfect, maintain a spotless home, cook nutritious, organic meals, and look good doing it. We feel this pressure from television, magazines, our families, and ourselves. Out of these, I don't think our families are malicious with the pressure, but want "what is best" for us. But who knows what is best for us more than ourselves? Unfortunately, if other women are like me, we are our biggest critics. The outside influences, on the other hand, don't care about us as individuals and press their own agenda: Buy our product! You MUST breastfeed or you are a bad mother! You MUST NEVER make mistakes in raising your children or you are a bad mother! You MUST be skinny and have your hair done in salons! Do it OUR way! Your way isn't good enough!
We need to stop listening to all the critics! Including our own inner critics. We are human, not superhuman. One woman cannot possibly do it all and do it all perfectly. Something has to give! If we keep trying, it is our health and our own happiness that gets lost in the shuffle. So stop, take a step back, and relax. And breathe.
My new mantra? I am good enough, just the way I am.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Breaking news!
I have breaking news. I'm just going to come right out and say it.
I'm.......
I'm....
Ok so I still can't type the word.
Let me try this way - Emma is going to no longer be an only child.
Seriously.
Just went to the doctor today, and she confirmed. Next February sometime we will have another child.
Things will be so much different this time around, too. For starters, it's on purpose (although I still can't quite believe it!). We are both 11 years older and wiser. I know a bit more about babies now (although when you start with zero knowledge, there is no where else to go but up, right?). Some things I know to pay attention to now, some things I know to ignore now as misinformation. I want to find out gender this time. I already have things picked out for the room; thank goodness we kept Emma's baby furniture.
Holy crap I'm going to have a teenager and a toddler at the same time.
I'm.......
I'm....
Ok so I still can't type the word.
Let me try this way - Emma is going to no longer be an only child.
Seriously.
Just went to the doctor today, and she confirmed. Next February sometime we will have another child.
Things will be so much different this time around, too. For starters, it's on purpose (although I still can't quite believe it!). We are both 11 years older and wiser. I know a bit more about babies now (although when you start with zero knowledge, there is no where else to go but up, right?). Some things I know to pay attention to now, some things I know to ignore now as misinformation. I want to find out gender this time. I already have things picked out for the room; thank goodness we kept Emma's baby furniture.
Holy crap I'm going to have a teenager and a toddler at the same time.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Who is to blame?
There has been a story in the news here for several months, progressively developing. To catch you up, several completely healthy dogs had died suddenly after visiting a dog grooming facility in town. First it was one, then another one, then a third. All dogs were in excellent health before their visit. The owner of the business was finally charged with animal cruelty. Then yesterday, this happened: http://www.knoxnews.com/news/2009/jun/03/pet-spa-owner-kills-wife-self-in-w-knox/
I'll give you a few minutes to read the story.
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A tragedy, right? Those poor children! I can't see how they could ever recover from such a horror. But what really gets me is the father of the indictee. Did you catch this? "Webb's father, veterinarian Carlos Webb, said Tuesday that he blamed the News Sentinel and a $750,000 lawsuit filed against Happy Tails by the owners of Moxie, the deceased beagle, for the tragedy."
Your son treats dogs so badly they die after a visit to his facility. He then decides to murder his wife in front of their young children. Then he has the presence of mind to call a taxi to take him to the "pet spa" where he takes the time to write a suicide note and then shoots himself in the head. And you blame the newspaper for reporting the charges?? And the owners of the third dog that died for suing your son for killing thier family pet? What kind of human are you?
It seems the son was taught by example to have no personal responsiblity. If you get caught in a crime, it is the fault of who found out, not your own. It is the victim's fault they are your victim. Are you freaking kidding me, sir?? The father was upset because the family's lawyer said he was going to put the pet spa out of business. As well it should be! This man caused the death of four family pets by horrendous, cruel, inhumane treatment that caused them to suffer and die. He should not have been allowed to remain in business!
I am sorry he has to suffer through the death of his son and daughter-in-law, really, and the fact that his son is a monster. But I have to wonder how the son got that way...
I'll give you a few minutes to read the story.
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A tragedy, right? Those poor children! I can't see how they could ever recover from such a horror. But what really gets me is the father of the indictee. Did you catch this? "Webb's father, veterinarian Carlos Webb, said Tuesday that he blamed the News Sentinel and a $750,000 lawsuit filed against Happy Tails by the owners of Moxie, the deceased beagle, for the tragedy."
Your son treats dogs so badly they die after a visit to his facility. He then decides to murder his wife in front of their young children. Then he has the presence of mind to call a taxi to take him to the "pet spa" where he takes the time to write a suicide note and then shoots himself in the head. And you blame the newspaper for reporting the charges?? And the owners of the third dog that died for suing your son for killing thier family pet? What kind of human are you?
It seems the son was taught by example to have no personal responsiblity. If you get caught in a crime, it is the fault of who found out, not your own. It is the victim's fault they are your victim. Are you freaking kidding me, sir?? The father was upset because the family's lawyer said he was going to put the pet spa out of business. As well it should be! This man caused the death of four family pets by horrendous, cruel, inhumane treatment that caused them to suffer and die. He should not have been allowed to remain in business!
I am sorry he has to suffer through the death of his son and daughter-in-law, really, and the fact that his son is a monster. But I have to wonder how the son got that way...
Who is to blame?
There has been a story in the news here for several months, progressively developing. To catch you up, several completely healthy dogs had died suddenly after visiting a dog grooming facility in town. First it was one, then another one, then a third. All dogs were in excellent health before their visit. The owner of the business was finally charged with animal cruelty. Then yesterday, this happened: http://www.knoxnews.com/news/2009/jun/03/pet-spa-owner-kills-wife-self-in-w-knox/
I'll give you a few minutes to read the story.
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A tragedy, right? Those poor children! I can't see how they could ever recover from such a horror. But what really gets me is the father of the indictee. Did you catch this? "Webb's father, veterinarian Carlos Webb, said Tuesday that he blamed the News Sentinel and a $750,000 lawsuit filed against Happy Tails by the owners of Moxie, the deceased beagle, for the tragedy."
Your son treats dogs so badly they die after a visit to his facility. He then decides to murder his wife in front of their young children. Then he has the presence of mind to call a taxi to take him to the "pet spa" where he takes the time to write a suicide note and then shoots himself in the head. And you blame the newspaper for reporting the charges?? And the owners of the third dog that died for suing your son for killing their family pet? What kind of human are you?
It seems the son was taught by example to have no personal responsibility. If you get caught in a crime, it is the fault of who found out, not your own. It is the victim's fault they are your victim. Are you freaking kidding me, sir?? The father was upset because the family's lawyer said he was going to put the pet spa out of business. As well it should be! This man caused the death of four family pets by horrendous, cruel, inhumane treatment that caused them to suffer and die. He should not have been allowed to remain in business!
I am sorry he has to suffer through the death of his son and daughter-in-law, really, and the fact that his son is a monster. But I have to wonder how the son got that way...
I'll give you a few minutes to read the story.
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A tragedy, right? Those poor children! I can't see how they could ever recover from such a horror. But what really gets me is the father of the indictee. Did you catch this? "Webb's father, veterinarian Carlos Webb, said Tuesday that he blamed the News Sentinel and a $750,000 lawsuit filed against Happy Tails by the owners of Moxie, the deceased beagle, for the tragedy."
Your son treats dogs so badly they die after a visit to his facility. He then decides to murder his wife in front of their young children. Then he has the presence of mind to call a taxi to take him to the "pet spa" where he takes the time to write a suicide note and then shoots himself in the head. And you blame the newspaper for reporting the charges?? And the owners of the third dog that died for suing your son for killing their family pet? What kind of human are you?
It seems the son was taught by example to have no personal responsibility. If you get caught in a crime, it is the fault of who found out, not your own. It is the victim's fault they are your victim. Are you freaking kidding me, sir?? The father was upset because the family's lawyer said he was going to put the pet spa out of business. As well it should be! This man caused the death of four family pets by horrendous, cruel, inhumane treatment that caused them to suffer and die. He should not have been allowed to remain in business!
I am sorry he has to suffer through the death of his son and daughter-in-law, really, and the fact that his son is a monster. But I have to wonder how the son got that way...
Monday, June 1, 2009
Mini-post
I finally was able to remove my splint today from last week's surgery! I can type normally again!! It doesn't hurt very much, but I am very bruised around the area. My wrist looks a bit like Frankenstein, though, so I keep it covered with gauze. I have a couple more weeks before it's totally healed.
It was so hard to get up early and go back to work after laying around for so many days but I made it! Had a pretty good day, too.
I'll have more to blog about by the weekend (heehee) but wanted to stop in and say Hi.
Hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!
=)
It was so hard to get up early and go back to work after laying around for so many days but I made it! Had a pretty good day, too.
I'll have more to blog about by the weekend (heehee) but wanted to stop in and say Hi.
Hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!
=)
Monday, May 25, 2009
It's almost time!
Happy Memorial Day!
My husband and I are spending the three day weekend working like crazy to get things done around the house. We had two plumbing projects, and also I'm trying to make sure everything possible is done in the house to keep me from overdoing things this week.
Tomorrow I am having surgery on my wrist. Since I won't be able to write, start my car, and other things necessary for work, I am taking the whole week off. I will be in an immobilizing brace for a week, then it should be two more weeks for complete healing.. I'm afraid I won't be able to text or use a computer mouse either, so if I'm absent from Skirt and Twitter for a while, that is why.
I'm already trying to figure out how I will fill my time. I plan on visiting the library in the morning to stock up on books. My surgery isn't until 2, don't have to be at the hospital until 1, so I will have time thank goodness. I forgot to go Saturday morning. My mother is coming over to take me to the hospital tomorrow and will spend the night here and take Emma to her doctor's appointment Wednesday morning. It is her last visit for her broken arm. She is no longer BrokenBaby! This visit will clear her for regular activity.
I hope this surgery is worth it. I had so much pain in the beginning, but it's not a constant now. Like right now, it doesn't hurt THAT bad. Last night I even did pilates and yoga with no pain (in my hand anyway) but when I made the bed, pulling the blanket straight sent shooting pain down my arm. Then I remember trying to take notes in class this spring - I just couldn't do it. I will be so disappointed if I still have the same pain after the healing time.
My husband and I are spending the three day weekend working like crazy to get things done around the house. We had two plumbing projects, and also I'm trying to make sure everything possible is done in the house to keep me from overdoing things this week.
Tomorrow I am having surgery on my wrist. Since I won't be able to write, start my car, and other things necessary for work, I am taking the whole week off. I will be in an immobilizing brace for a week, then it should be two more weeks for complete healing.. I'm afraid I won't be able to text or use a computer mouse either, so if I'm absent from Skirt and Twitter for a while, that is why.
I'm already trying to figure out how I will fill my time. I plan on visiting the library in the morning to stock up on books. My surgery isn't until 2, don't have to be at the hospital until 1, so I will have time thank goodness. I forgot to go Saturday morning. My mother is coming over to take me to the hospital tomorrow and will spend the night here and take Emma to her doctor's appointment Wednesday morning. It is her last visit for her broken arm. She is no longer BrokenBaby! This visit will clear her for regular activity.
I hope this surgery is worth it. I had so much pain in the beginning, but it's not a constant now. Like right now, it doesn't hurt THAT bad. Last night I even did pilates and yoga with no pain (in my hand anyway) but when I made the bed, pulling the blanket straight sent shooting pain down my arm. Then I remember trying to take notes in class this spring - I just couldn't do it. I will be so disappointed if I still have the same pain after the healing time.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Write like a child
First, I have to open with a Mom brag. I already posted this on Facebook, but so what? I'm a mom, this is what we do! Last week we found out that Emma is having a poem published in a national collection. I can't even finish a story, yet my eleven year old is getting published. But she did it! She wrote the poem for school, all on her own, with no help from anyone. And it was chosen to go in this book that will come out in the fall.
I was thinking about all this earlier, how she is only in fifth grade and doesn't even really put any effort into writing. If she wants to do it, she does, but she never stresses over it. And this happens for her! I am thrilled with it, probably more than she is, but a nagging little voice in the far corner of my mind says "Look at that, your child is a better writer than you. You haven't had anything published since the high school newspaper." Then I realized why she is so good (aside from intelligence, wit, and pure talent).
It has never occured to her that someone might not like what she has written.
She's never faced criticism, or rejection, or even been unsure about what she has written (or unsure about anything, really, now that I think about it. She's quite opinionated). So it has never occured to her to hold back and not put herself out there.
I want to be as brave as she is! I write and hide it. The only password-protected files on my computer are stories I've written. I am too afraid to hear "This is no good" that I don't even put it out there to be read.
I think I want to write like a child again.
P.S. She's also been placed in Advanced Math for next school year and selected for a Leadership Team in her school! Ok I'm done now =)
I was thinking about all this earlier, how she is only in fifth grade and doesn't even really put any effort into writing. If she wants to do it, she does, but she never stresses over it. And this happens for her! I am thrilled with it, probably more than she is, but a nagging little voice in the far corner of my mind says "Look at that, your child is a better writer than you. You haven't had anything published since the high school newspaper." Then I realized why she is so good (aside from intelligence, wit, and pure talent).
It has never occured to her that someone might not like what she has written.
She's never faced criticism, or rejection, or even been unsure about what she has written (or unsure about anything, really, now that I think about it. She's quite opinionated). So it has never occured to her to hold back and not put herself out there.
I want to be as brave as she is! I write and hide it. The only password-protected files on my computer are stories I've written. I am too afraid to hear "This is no good" that I don't even put it out there to be read.
I think I want to write like a child again.
P.S. She's also been placed in Advanced Math for next school year and selected for a Leadership Team in her school! Ok I'm done now =)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Friday adventure
This morning started as almost every weekday morning does - arguing with the alarm clock, not wanting to wake up. Chris got up first, as usual, and after several reminders I was just about to drag myself out of bed when he went across the hall to wake up Emma. This is what I heard:
"Oh you're up already! Good!"
"I've been up since 2"
"You're burning up! Take your temperature."
Yep, she was sick. Her temperature was 99.9. Ibuprofen and back to bed for her, phone call to work for me. One problem, though - I had an appointment at 10:30 for some kind of nerve test on my right hand. And we have used all the five parent notes for excused absences she gets for the school year. Ok that's two problems.
Problem one was not so hard to solve; she spent a couple hours with Daddy at his office. I dropped her off with a book, and went on for my test. After a bit of waiting (quite a bit) I was taken back for the test. First my hand and arm were poked a few times with something that gave off an electric shock. It didn't hurt, but made my fingers and hand move around involuntarily. Kind of neat, really. Then the doctor put little needles in various places around my hand and arm, all the way up to my neck. Sometimes those hurt, but not as much as I anticipated. Then it was over.
To solve problem 2, I had to take Emma to the doctor. She was able to be worked in at 3:15. She had been coughing a bit this week, and had a sore throat off and on since Sunday. Turns out she has strep throat! I guess it's a good thing she had to go so her absence would be excused (lots of tests for end of school, she has to be able to make them up!) because I didn't think she was sick enough to go to the doctor. Oops.
So now we're at home, waiting for Chris to get home so I can go to the store and pick up my troop's cookie incentives from the area cookie manager. Thank goodness it's the weekend.
"Oh you're up already! Good!"
"I've been up since 2"
"You're burning up! Take your temperature."
Yep, she was sick. Her temperature was 99.9. Ibuprofen and back to bed for her, phone call to work for me. One problem, though - I had an appointment at 10:30 for some kind of nerve test on my right hand. And we have used all the five parent notes for excused absences she gets for the school year. Ok that's two problems.
Problem one was not so hard to solve; she spent a couple hours with Daddy at his office. I dropped her off with a book, and went on for my test. After a bit of waiting (quite a bit) I was taken back for the test. First my hand and arm were poked a few times with something that gave off an electric shock. It didn't hurt, but made my fingers and hand move around involuntarily. Kind of neat, really. Then the doctor put little needles in various places around my hand and arm, all the way up to my neck. Sometimes those hurt, but not as much as I anticipated. Then it was over.
To solve problem 2, I had to take Emma to the doctor. She was able to be worked in at 3:15. She had been coughing a bit this week, and had a sore throat off and on since Sunday. Turns out she has strep throat! I guess it's a good thing she had to go so her absence would be excused (lots of tests for end of school, she has to be able to make them up!) because I didn't think she was sick enough to go to the doctor. Oops.
So now we're at home, waiting for Chris to get home so I can go to the store and pick up my troop's cookie incentives from the area cookie manager. Thank goodness it's the weekend.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Mother's Day storegasm
The commercials are out in full force. Mother’s Day is this weekend and everywhere there are ads for stuff – diamonds, perfume, flowers, iPods, cameras, clothes, anything at all you can think of to buy for your mother. The ads are louder, brighter, flashier, catchier (is that a word even?) and coming more and more frequently in such a frenzy until the climax on Saturday – buy now before it’s too late or Mom will think you don’t love her any more! If you care enough you will spend four times the price of your gift for overnight shipping so she can show all her friends how much you love her!!
It doesn’t help at all – I don’t think my mother would want any of the things advertised. I know I don’t. (Well, ok, I would like a really good camera, and a new copy of Rent on DVD and the new James Patterson book... but those can be bought anytime and are not “special.”) Our culture is so materialistic, we feel pressure to quantify our love with monetary spending.
But who asks moms what they REALLY want for Mothers’ Day?
Here’s what I want: sleep. All three meals cooked and cleaned up (and chosen!) by someone other than me. The house tidied up. A day without tv, video games, or computers – just us and time together. The park, board games, whatever. Just together time without electronic distractions. No pressure, no guilt, no being bashed over the head with ads saying my family doesn’t love me unless they buy me more stuff. I don’t WANT more stuff!
But, who ever asks moms what they want for their day?
It doesn’t help at all – I don’t think my mother would want any of the things advertised. I know I don’t. (Well, ok, I would like a really good camera, and a new copy of Rent on DVD and the new James Patterson book... but those can be bought anytime and are not “special.”) Our culture is so materialistic, we feel pressure to quantify our love with monetary spending.
But who asks moms what they REALLY want for Mothers’ Day?
Here’s what I want: sleep. All three meals cooked and cleaned up (and chosen!) by someone other than me. The house tidied up. A day without tv, video games, or computers – just us and time together. The park, board games, whatever. Just together time without electronic distractions. No pressure, no guilt, no being bashed over the head with ads saying my family doesn’t love me unless they buy me more stuff. I don’t WANT more stuff!
But, who ever asks moms what they want for their day?
Monday, May 4, 2009
Education fascination
Today on my way to work I was behind a Head Start school bus for a few minutes. The driver stopped at one house, and the little boy that came out with his mother was literally dragging her behind him across the yard, running as much as possible while still attached to his mom’s hand, so eager to get on that bus and go to “school.”
Young children almost without fail have such an excitement for school and for learning itself. Then, by the time they are a few years in, so many of them profess to hate school. Why is that? Is it peer pressure – kids are not “supposed” to like school? I know from experience that kids who actually LIKE being at school are ridiculed for that feeling. Is it the teachers, making learning boring and tedious instead of interesting? Is it other kids being mean, bullies, cliques, lunchroom rules?
My daughter was thrilled to be starting kindergarten when she was five. In our school system, the kids come to school and register, meet their teachers, bring the purchased school supplies, see their classroom, and have a small test (repeated at the end of the year to measure progress) two weeks before school actually starts for them. When she found out there was another two week wait for “real” school to start, Emma actually cried. She loved her homework and was proud to show it to me every week.
Now, in fifth grade and middle school, I can’t keep up with which teacher matches which subject, what she has first, second, third period, even exactly how many classes in the day she actually has. I know she has the early lunch, but not what exact time. I see her homework after it’s been turned in and graded, things she could have done much better on if she had only brought it to us and asked for help instead of saying “I didn’t understand” a week later in her Friday folder. Luckily she is still a good student overall, but she did have two Cs on her report card this year that she could easily have avoided if she had only been more open with us.
Some of the fault lies with us, her parents. By the time we pick her up after work and get home it is a rush to make dinner, feed the animals, and make sure she gets showered and ready for bed on time. She does her homework at the babysitter’s house, and over the years we’ve come to rely on her to make sure Emma has everything done. But, she is not Emma’s parent, we are.
But where did the EXCITEMENT go? I know she loves learning; just yesterday she was performing virtual brain surgery and analyzing an accident scene on a website her science teacher introduced to the class. But put any of that in the school setting, and she loses interest.
How do we get all of our kids excited about education again? These are our future congressmen, senators, presidents, teachers, scientists, doctors, nurses. If they don’t care about learning now, what will happen when they are in charge?
Young children almost without fail have such an excitement for school and for learning itself. Then, by the time they are a few years in, so many of them profess to hate school. Why is that? Is it peer pressure – kids are not “supposed” to like school? I know from experience that kids who actually LIKE being at school are ridiculed for that feeling. Is it the teachers, making learning boring and tedious instead of interesting? Is it other kids being mean, bullies, cliques, lunchroom rules?
My daughter was thrilled to be starting kindergarten when she was five. In our school system, the kids come to school and register, meet their teachers, bring the purchased school supplies, see their classroom, and have a small test (repeated at the end of the year to measure progress) two weeks before school actually starts for them. When she found out there was another two week wait for “real” school to start, Emma actually cried. She loved her homework and was proud to show it to me every week.
Now, in fifth grade and middle school, I can’t keep up with which teacher matches which subject, what she has first, second, third period, even exactly how many classes in the day she actually has. I know she has the early lunch, but not what exact time. I see her homework after it’s been turned in and graded, things she could have done much better on if she had only brought it to us and asked for help instead of saying “I didn’t understand” a week later in her Friday folder. Luckily she is still a good student overall, but she did have two Cs on her report card this year that she could easily have avoided if she had only been more open with us.
Some of the fault lies with us, her parents. By the time we pick her up after work and get home it is a rush to make dinner, feed the animals, and make sure she gets showered and ready for bed on time. She does her homework at the babysitter’s house, and over the years we’ve come to rely on her to make sure Emma has everything done. But, she is not Emma’s parent, we are.
But where did the EXCITEMENT go? I know she loves learning; just yesterday she was performing virtual brain surgery and analyzing an accident scene on a website her science teacher introduced to the class. But put any of that in the school setting, and she loses interest.
How do we get all of our kids excited about education again? These are our future congressmen, senators, presidents, teachers, scientists, doctors, nurses. If they don’t care about learning now, what will happen when they are in charge?
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