{I have been feeling it all week- like a balloon expanding far past its limit. It pushes on my chest and squeezes my lungs. Stress. Anxiety. Tension. It is eating away at me from the inside out. I was able to hide it at first, putting my game face on to face the world. But …
Sometimes one just needs to start where they are. A few years ago, I was dealing with some mysterious health issues. I was having trouble with my stomach. Having trouble with my skin. My respiratory system. My mental health. I was having trouble– and thus feeling in general like I was ten years older than …
I can feel the stress creeping up my back. Into my shoulders. Down my spine. Everywhere I turn, I hear what seem to be hundreds of little voices calling me. Calling me to ‘come!’ and ‘look!’ To intervene and facilitate. To watch and guide. Happy Voices. Tattling voices. Whining voices. Crying voices. Pleading voices. Voices. …
Ten evidences that I have ‘parented’ in the last twenty-four hours… 10.) Although I picked both daughters up late for Birthday Party # 1 (let’s just say…I am use to seeing the cell phone out and panicked looks on my children’s faces) and then dropped one daughter off at the wrong entrance for Birthday Party …
We were born for this. This journey, this life adventure. This journey on which we travel in and out of days and weeks and months and years. In and out of seasons. We were born for this quest. Were born for the highs and lows, the twists and turns. The bends. The forks in the …
Teaching. Educating. Leading. Growing. Learning. Inspiring. I was born for this. Was born to this calling. Was born for such a time as this, for such a time as now. For such a time as five days a week, from 9-4. And then, for such a time as even more than boxed-in hours. For late …
There are students at my school that sing to the teachers as we come in the school. This is what they sing: “Welcome to Blooooomfield!!!! Have a nice day! And I cannot help but think that these students have a really great way of looking at life…and a great perspective. And they remind me each …
Okay. Whatever. I am just going to throw in the towel and join the circus. Add to the usual chaos that follows me from home to school to wherever I go, you can add to that list: Dream Crasher. ‘Cause there is one lil’ gal in West Prince who no longer believes in the tooth …
When my son was little, I lost natural hair color over stressing about his day at school. I don’t know if his initial school experience was typical or not, as he is my only boy, and I merely have his one experience to go on. But, I am starting to think it might be. Although …
My baby turned six today. Happy birthday, M.A. You bundle of energy, you ball of fire. You, my own little spitfire. I love you to the moon and back. Who would’ve ever thought we would get this far, intact. Intact being the key word here, and don’t think I don’t mean it. Intact, with most …
I am home today. Which is to say, I am not at work. Which is to say, I feel like a slacker. So. When one is home, as I myself have now discovered. There are a few things that sometimes occur. Sometimes large brown security trucks arrive unannounced in your driveway, with the unspoken expectation …
The big events in life are fantastic, of course. And when they happen, I am blown over. Awestruck. But it’s the little things that really get me. Those smallest of events, the little graces. And when something little happens to change the course of my day for the better, I know there is nothing else …