I have been feeling a bit under the weather this week. Both in my head and my heart. The allergies are making me miserable---so miserable. Who knew that you could sneeze for 10 minutes straight?? Yuck. Then the allergies turned into a head cold. Stuffy nose, sore throat, headache. Bleh. But really, those can be treated with a quick trip to the drugstore for some medicine and soft Kleenex.
Heartache is a little bit harder to treat. Some of you know that on Sunday we once again had the talk on The Roles of Fathers and Mothers. Really? How many times in one year can we have this talk? I guess until maybe someone gets it right. I sure hope they hurry up with that. This week's speaker was extra heavy on the "good" moms stay home tossed in with a handful of guilt about all the extra benefits that kids receive by having a mom that cares enough to stay home. I left the chapel crying and waited until it was over. Double bleh. Don't get me wrong. Stay at home moms are amazing and wonderful. They do hard and meaningful work. But so do us working moms. We are amazing and we do hard and meaningful work, too.
Today was our Teddy Bear Picnic. As my principal has told me, I have started to make quite the name for myself out here and most of my families are in my classroom by request, including 6 LDS families. One of those LDS moms is a regular helper in my classroom. She is very reserved and I often find myself wondering what on earth she thinks of me. Today, though, that all became clear. During the picnic she and her husband (who I had never met) returned to the classroom for something. When they came back her husband was amazed. He couldn't stop telling me how awesome the classroom was and how thankful they were to have me as their son's teacher. He told me that his wife is always talking about the fun and creative things that we do in our classroom and that they are lucky to have me. My heart sang. And that, my friends, was just what the doctor ordered.
Heartache is a little bit harder to treat. Some of you know that on Sunday we once again had the talk on The Roles of Fathers and Mothers. Really? How many times in one year can we have this talk? I guess until maybe someone gets it right. I sure hope they hurry up with that. This week's speaker was extra heavy on the "good" moms stay home tossed in with a handful of guilt about all the extra benefits that kids receive by having a mom that cares enough to stay home. I left the chapel crying and waited until it was over. Double bleh. Don't get me wrong. Stay at home moms are amazing and wonderful. They do hard and meaningful work. But so do us working moms. We are amazing and we do hard and meaningful work, too.
Today was our Teddy Bear Picnic. As my principal has told me, I have started to make quite the name for myself out here and most of my families are in my classroom by request, including 6 LDS families. One of those LDS moms is a regular helper in my classroom. She is very reserved and I often find myself wondering what on earth she thinks of me. Today, though, that all became clear. During the picnic she and her husband (who I had never met) returned to the classroom for something. When they came back her husband was amazed. He couldn't stop telling me how awesome the classroom was and how thankful they were to have me as their son's teacher. He told me that his wife is always talking about the fun and creative things that we do in our classroom and that they are lucky to have me. My heart sang. And that, my friends, was just what the doctor ordered.
