Yes Ma’am

For the past few frigid days I have been driving Owen (now 14 and almost 6 feet tall) to the end of the street to wait for the bus in my car so he isn’t walking and standing in the below freezing cold air.  As we sit there we often have conversations about relationships and how people respond to each other in different situations.  Continue reading

The Struggle is Real

We say it as a joke, a snide comment, a way to relate to others, but it’s true. Struggles are real. We can dress them up in pretty smiles and say we know it will all work out, but that trudging through the mud of disappointment and questions is not really very funny. It’s kind of hard. Continue reading

Rising to a Smile: Ms. Nelson Part 2

I realize now that Ms. Nelson didn’t just love her students. It wasn’t simply her care and attention that made her memorable to us. She seemed to have an ability to challenge us that made us do things we didn’t know we could do. I loved every afternoon when she read to us. We were sweaty, mussy, distracted and tired after the mid day recess. She knew we wouldn’t respond to demands during that part of the day, she lead us to sit, to rest and to relax while she read “Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing” and “Where the Sidewalk Ends” to our eager ears. Continue reading

Assigned Seating: Ms. Nelson Part 1

Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher named Patricia Nelson. She had thick, dark hair, a bright smile that produced dimples on her cheeks and sparkles in her brown eyes. She was slender and seemed confident just by the way she carried herself. She wasn’t afraid to tell jokes, tear up over a story or let a classroom of 4th graders wander away with their imaginations lit up far beyond the subject at hand. Continue reading