Sunday, March 31, 2013


"...And while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."  Thank you, Jesus.  I am yours...

I wish a blessed Easter to all my slicing friends!!!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Goldfish AGAIN

Well, tonight we bought four goldfish.  I had sworn previously I would NEVER buy another animal, but there was Rhyss tonight...begging, begging, begging for a goldfish.  Since we spent the day at Grandma's helping prepare for Easter, and Rhyss was a really hardworking trooper, I acquiesced.

She insisted she knew RIGHT where the fishbowl was...That was one condition that had to be met before I finally agreed...She said it was in the cupboard in the upstairs bathroom...It was the fishbowl left from the beta we tried out last year.  She knew RIGHT where it was, remember.

Well, we got home about 10 minutes ago, and low and behold, no fishbowl can be found ANYWHERE in our home.. So now we are resorting to a large glass jar.

Hmmm....We shall see!

Why do we, as parents, find ourselves in these sticky situations?

Friday, March 29, 2013

A Day on the Lake

Ticklish water
laps the shore

Crying out
more, more, more

Angry clouds
gather quick

Biting fiercely
what a trick

Once so calm
now turmoil

Watch the waves
see them boil

Storm rolled in
calm destroyed

Once serene
now devoid

Thursday, March 28, 2013


My girls and I went to our church's Maundy Thursday service tonight.  I haven't been to this type of service since college. Since it had been so long, and since I didn't even really think through the specifics of this type of service, I didn't think about it being a foot washing ceremony.  Dumb of me, right?

My girls handled it so beautifully.  They rolled with the punches and were so gracious and humble.  I'm so proud of them...

On another note, sometimes things in life happen...and you wonder why...and you question the details or whys--but you know down deep that God is in control and orchestrating everything all along...It's always humbling and awe-inspiring when you SEE some of the why's for the reason things didn't go as originally planned with our infinite minds.

For example, last fall, my husband was supposed to get a full knee replacement.  He ended up injuring the same leg two weeks before his surgery date.  He went through about 4 months of treatment to heal the injured leg.  Surgery dates were set two or three times, only to have them moved because the crazy wound just would NOT heal.

In the midst of all of this delay, I began listening to neighbors and friends and discovered that another doctor at the same orthopedic hospital he was using was really more the specialist for what my husband needs.  The other surgeon we had chosen is very skillful in his specialty, but he's really more a sports injury specialist, for younger patients.

To make a long story short, just yesterday we were able to change to the surgeon who better "fits" my husband's case. Gary was able to see the doctor TODAY, and the physician also thinks he can replace one knee fully and repair the other, healthier knee of its cartilage damage during the same operation.

Isn't God amazing?  Thanks, God, for always looking out for us!  I am humbled at how you act and care--and so often I'm unaware that you're even involved or moving.  You are awesome!

Wednesday, March 27, 2013


Ode to Jasmine,
My furry friend,
Who drools as she watches
Food move from fingers to mouth.

Ode to Jasmine,
My loyal companion,
Who barks ferociously at the slightest noise
but offers lots of love and licks to any visitor we allow entrance.

Ode to Jasmine,
My emotional hound,
Who gets thoroughly depressed
When her family is gone for extended hours.

Ode to Jasmine,
My kind-souled mutt,
Who growls like she means it
When she thinks I might be angry at "her boy."

Ode to Jasmine,
My black-haired beast,
Who makes our family
oh so complete.

Whatever did we do
Before we had you?

Tuesday, March 26, 2013


I TRIED to write the following poem, but I'm so very tired...Any input/ideas for revising/improving/finishing???

So much to say
So much to do

When will this long day
Finally be through?

Too tired to think
Too tired to play

When will I get sleep
What do you say?

Early to bed
Early to rise

Makes a man
Healthy, wealthy, and wise.

That's what I've heard
That's surely the truth

Never to bed early
What on earth!   (worth?  other rhyming words)

Monday, March 25, 2013

Sledding on this Spring Day

Today we went to the sledding hill.  I assumed it was safe to send five girls ahead of me while I searched for the shed keys to find a couple more sleds.  After all, they're older now...Ages ranging from 11-to-14.

"What are you doing?!" I hollered as I approached the girls on the sledding hill.  "What were you thinking???!!"  The oldest of the five girls had talked the youngest two into lying across the hill, to act as ramps as she snowboarded down, across their bodies.

Fortunately, there were no broken bones...maybe a few bruises...but, of course, these probably won't show up until tomorrow, so they're safe from more reprimands for now.

Girls! Maybe they never outgrow their orneriness!

Sunday, March 24, 2013

A Wintery-Spring Haiku

A Wintery-Spring Haiku

Fierce blasts howl numbly
Biting fingers and bare toes
blinding, frigid winds

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Still Learning to Slow Down

A good friend texted me late last night to ask if I could run with her today. "Sure!" I replied.  

We made plans about where and when to meet and finalized it all.  Twenty minutes later I thought, What are you thinking?!!!  You've been sick all week!  Still sick!  Are you REALLY going to go run 8 miles tomorrow???!!!

Hesitantly I texted back..."Sorry.  Didn't think.  Been sick. Better pass this weekend."


Needless to say, I was disappointed!  I was craving a good run...A good run would help me release so much stress.  And...the doctor said I needed to get rid of stress.  Maybe...Hmmm...Still, I knew, I'd better pass.

And so today...middle daughter and I decided to walk together.  Actually, half of the time, she ran--back and forth--up and down the road while she waited for me to catch up.  This is tough, I thought! I'm not used to being "the slow one!"  How humbling!

We walked two two-mile loops. was beautiful.  We talked more than we have all week.  We noticed the squirrels, some decorative landscaped "nests," the dog poop beside the road.   You know, the good things en route.  

We inhaled deeply as fabric softener exiting dryer vents filled the air with its sweet aroma.  We discussed what was going on at the library since the parking lot was fall.  I waited while Miss Curious looked in the window of a tiny abandoned house that--we think--the library uses for something.  

We walked all around the cemetery and read grave markers, wondering about their stories.  Who were these individuals and how did they live?  We noticed a headstone labeling the site of a deceased two-year-old.  Daughter asked, "How'd she die?"  We speculated...

We saw one recently-dug grave site.  He was 91, we noted. 

Later, on the way home, daughter wondered, "Do you think we could find a person buried there who was 100 when he/she died?" 

"Maybe," I replied, "on our next walk."

Sometimes it's good to just slow down...and smell the fabric softener and dog poop... you know... the good things in life...

Friday, March 22, 2013

When God Speaks, We Listen

Funny how God sometimes works...

Last night I asked my husband to read Psalm 37 to me.  This is not typical; my husband hates to read--especially ALOUD!  He actually thought I was joking at first...but he knew I was sick and acquiesced.  

He then asked what he should read.  I confidently said, "Psalm 37," like anyone would know that's what you're supposed to read on a Thursday night after 10 P.M. when your light is already out, and you really just want to get to sleep.  

"Why Psalm 37?" he asked.  

"I don't know. I just feel like you should read Psalm 37 to me."

"What does it say?" he inquired.

"I don't know.  I just think you should read Psalm 37 to me," I repeated.

"So...You don't have it memorized or anything?  You don't know what it says?  Why do you want me to read it to you?"

"I don't know.  I just think you should read Psalm 37 to me," I sighed.  Geesh!  Men!  How many times do I have to REPEAT myself??? I thought.

"Ok, then," he sighed hesitantly.

" 'Do not be agitated by evildoers; do not envy those who do wrong,' " he began.

Wow!  We both chuckled.  Hmmm...

He went on, " '...Be silent before the Lord and wait expectantly for Him...' "

We chuckled even more...

We both knew I have been rather agitated lately because of "evildoers."  My husband has tried to encourage help me to just let it focus on other things...But did I listen?  


Geesh!  I'm sure he was thinking!  How many times did I have to tell you that?  

Actually, he did come out and say it. "I've told you that a thousand times," he said.  "Yet you wouldn't listen!"

Funny how--when GOD speaks--we tend to listen!!!

Slow Down

Slow down
as you travel
the rushed and raging roads
the loud and loquacious hallways
the crazy and confined tumult
of the busy lives we lead.

Slow down
as you travel
the gabby and garrulous expeditions
the vain and verbose conversations
the babbling and blithering confines
of the busy lives we lead.

Slow down
as you travel
the prattling and pretentious confrontations
the chattering and clattering nonsense 
the cacophonous and clamorous guffaw
of the busy lives we lead.

Slow down
as you travel

for the lives we lead

are more than today and tomorrow

but a sum of caring and calculated acts

that serve and support others.

Slow down

and make your life matter. 

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Conflicting Confrontation

Just some ponderings...

Sometimes in life it's hard to stand up for the right thing...And then it's difficult to know if you're doing the RIGHT thing or making something out of nothing!  

Most of my life I've been the quiet one who takes it all in until I've had enough.  I've worked more recently (last five years or so) on communicating concerns and frustrations before they are all-consuming.  

That's stressful.  

Sometimes it IS easier just to ignore situations until they build to unhealthy levels.  Confrontation is never easy...whether it's early in the game or later--when too much has been left unsaid for too long...

Just thinking...

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Slowing Down

Why is it so hard for us humans to just SLOOOOW down?  I was home today for a sick day.  Still did some laundry and dishes--and took care of a sick daughter, too, but it was difficult to not feel a little guilty for slowing down.  I slept tons...and still feel like sleeping tons more. So...Goodnight...

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Academic Learning Fair Today

What a long, long day with school, Academic Learning Fair, and not feeling very good at all.  Thank God we made it!

I am so pleased with the students and all of their hard work.  They were all so proud to show the world what they learned, their research process, and the preparation and thinking that went into their exhibits.  They sure shined!!!  Thank you, Ruth Ayres, for phenomenal coaching every step of the way to make this entire endeavor centered around INCC and a means of developing critical thinking in our students!

Monday, March 18, 2013

Ice Day...

Ice day today...This allowed me to get laundry and dishes done, to have the kids finish cleaning their bedrooms, and to spend a little time talking with my children.  What a blessed, busy day!

I'm finally getting around to setting a doctor's appointment for myself.  I tease my husband about how he puts off going to the doctor, yet I sometimes find myself in the same boat.  Why are adults sometimes so very stubborn?

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Letter to a Quadrilateral

Tonight my son had to write a letter to a quadrilateral for a Geometry assignment.  I laughed as I read it, so I decided to share it with each of you:

Dear Mr. S. Quare,

I am writing this letter to let you know why you are my favorite quadrilateral.  There are many reasons why you are my favorite.  These are just a few reasons.  If  I was to write every single reason, I would run out of paper.

You are my favorite quadrilateral because you are so equal with your sides and angles.  You never choose favorites. Everyone knows you by name, and you are so commonly used that I like to think of you as, "The Working Man's Quadrilateral."

Some people have a good side, buy you are so parallel all around, it's hard to decide which side is better. Your only flaw is that you can't roll with the punches very well.  But I'm sure as you get older, you become better at this.  You are a true friend.  You're always there if I need a stepping stool, or if I need a window to see the sunnier side of things  Some people say that it's hard being square, but it obviously isn't for you.

You life-long friend,  

Rozen K.

I love having a son with a great sense of humor!  I am blessed! :)

Friday, March 15, 2013

Changes in Education

I was reflecting on change today--especially change related to education.  My, how our world has changed!  Students in the past needed to learn facts, to be able to quote gobs of good information, to be able to regurgitate all they could cram in their crazy heads, to be knowledgeable citizens. 

Today, though, it seems that we have computers for that.  

In today's world, students need to be problem solvers and critical thinkers. They need to learn to examine evidence and to make conclusions; they need to make inferences and to synthesize, creating their own "unique something" discovery out of all the mounds of information out there.  They need to think for themselves and to not believe everything they hear/read....Are we teaching them these skills???

Psalm 119 Reflection

Today I reflect on God's Word...

Psalm 119:89-96

"Your word, O Lord, is eternal; it stands firm in the heavens.  Your faithfulness continues through all generations; you established the earth, and it endures.  Your laws endure to this day, for all things serve you.  If your law had not been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction.  I will never forget your precepts, for by  them you have preserved my life.  Save me, for I am yours; I have sought out your precepts.  The wicked are waiting to destroy me, but I will ponder your statutes.  To all perfection I see a limit; but your commands are boundless."

Thank you, Father, that ALL THINGS SERVE YOU...NOT the seemingly good things...or right things... or intended things...but ALL things serve YOU.  Our mistakes serve you, our misunderstandings and being misunderstood serve you, our imperfections serve you. May we seek out your precepts and ponder your statutes as we quiet ourselves and let YOU remain forever faithful.  We acknowledge that YOU are the one who preserves our lives...

Thursday, March 14, 2013

A Winner's Heart

"Did you win?" I often ask my children after a sports event. I've always thought this question was a perfectly logical one until today when I read "Worth the Wait," by Rick Reilly. This Sports Illustrated article inspires me to redefine my own definition and understanding of a win.

Rick adeptly describes a young man's journey and horrendous struggle as he painstakingly competes for a high school cross country team, in spite of severe disabilities.

Ben Comen, a 16-year-old from Hanna High, has an enlarged heart, as well as cerebral palsy, yet he trains and competes day-after-day with the high school team. Ben considers himself an example and inspiration for others--a true win, really. Reilly states, "Oh, Ben finishes bloody and bruised, but never beaten. Oh, he always loses-Ben barely finishes ahead of the sunset..."

I find myself thinking that I need to redefine my own definition of "winner." Winning should be much, much more than a score at the end of a game.  True winners are those who never give up, those who care enough to let themselves look "foolish" or inadequate in order to inspire and encourage others.  These winners are faithful not to compare themselves to others.

This comparison would be so tempting for Ben, since he has a twin brother who is perfectly healthy and "normal." I wonder what Ben must think when he stands side-by-side, next to his brother? I wonder if I could remain optimistic and a fighter, in spite of this tough "draw" in life? I tend to think I would most likely NOT be a winner...

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

That Stubborn Gary

Tonight I reflect on my husband...mainly because he made me homemade chocolate-dipped waffle cones tonight, and they were delic'!!!

One of the girls cracked a joke tonight...I was complimenting one daughter on her voluptuous hair and lips (YES, we sometimes have some very strange and adult'ish conversations in the midst of devotions; I'm sure God laughs a lot when he observes us! ;)  ).  Anyway, I told one daughter, you know, many woman pay good money to get painful shots in their lips to make their lips full/voluptuous.  God gave you yours.  The conversation then turned to what "voluptuous" means and why in the world women would PAY to get those kind of lips.

Another witty, very-quick-on-her feet daughter then says, "You know, Mom, you must have only landed Dad because you don't have voluptuous lips; he was the best you could do."  I gasped in horror and teasingly threatened her-- that I might tell her dad what she said and hurt his feelings. She giggled all the more.

I then got serious on them and disclosed a little of my dating details.  I explained that I'd been careful to date enough men to choose wisely-- based on character and kindness.  "How did you know, Mom? How did you know who to marry?" I then explained that, I feel, God gives you a certain peace when "he's" a keeper.  Not that you have ONE certain guy you need to find (that "dot" theology), but that--if you pray and use wisdom--you'll just have an inner peace and know he's the one.  I then explained how their dad was/is kind, humble, gentle, and compassionate--traits I value. I explained how one guy who was "almost" the one ended up being too proud and maybe even a little too bossy for me to have enough peace to commit.

I then reflected on how--years before I met Gary-- I'd had car trouble once in high school.  My dad had sent a buddy from work to fix my car so that I could make it home safely.  I prayed that day that God would give me a similar man; one who cared enough to respectfully help a young girl in need, not to expect anything in return, and to be faithful and kind.  Funny, I reflected, that Gary has an automotive technician's degree; although, he only worked on cars for a year and then decided he wanted something different in life.  

I often tell the kids their dad can fix ANYTHING!  I really believe that...

As I reflect, I'm thankful...Thankful for a man who is common-sense smart, who can fix anything, who is faithful, and who is stubborn.  Some days I definitely feel like wringing his neck :)  -- but his stubborn, determined traits that drive me absolutely crazy are probably also ones that have kept us together for 18 years. I am blessed!

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

My VERY Daughter...

Sometimes I slow down enough to reflect on specific reasons I am so thankful for each of my children.  Tonight I'm reflecting on my middle daughter and the passion she shows in all that she does.

I remind her once-in-a-while that her name means "fiery and zealous," and sometimes that upsets her.  We've had to explain how those are good traits, especially when channeled in the right direction.

Students at her middle school are creating Academic Learning Fair projects.  Hers is due tomorrow.  She had a pretty cool trifold poster created last week, but for some reason--over the weekend--decided that her poster wasn't quite what she wanted, so she started over on the project.  In the midst of the two-poster creation, she also decided she should have a Power Point with text, sound, and image--since that's what several of the older/7th grade students are doing--so she began her Power Point. 

This week she has three away swim meets, along with school responsibilities.  Let's just say it's a crazy busy week at our house...Yet there was middle daughter at bedtime, upset and frustrated with herself that her Power Point with text, image, and sound is not complete.  I tried to explain that her teacher will understand.  After all, she has two perfectly good trifold posters completed, but no...That's not quite good enough!

I am thankful that the frustration is coming from an over-zealousness and not apathy or lack of effort--or a lack of ability.  I am thankful that she gives everything she has 100%.  I am thankful that she does everything (as described wisely and perfectly by a colleague of mine)...VERY. I am thankful that she is VERY fiery and zealous--and that she does everything she does VERY well--to the best of her ability!  Her name fits her well!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Ode to swimmers
who give it all they have
during those brief laps of competition--
and wait so much in-between.

Ode to swimmers
who sometimes have to compete
only with themselves;
being a lone swimmer out there
with all those lanes
would be intimidating!

Ode to swimmers
who survive--and even smile--
through humidity, chilly water,
and other challenging conditions.

Ode to swimmers
who know how to do
each stroke
but then sometimes
get the kicks confused.

Ode to swimmers
who risk embarrassment,
and even criticism--
yet continue to give it all they "got!"

Sunday, March 10, 2013

I watch you
slowly slip away from us.

I wonder
what you think,
watching those you love
being left behind.

The once loud, funny man
we all knew
wasting away
to nothingness.

The guilt flows
as I wish I'd spent more time
getting to know you.

You are
my father, my friend,
my faithful prayer partner.

What will I do
without you?

Saturday, March 9, 2013

The following limerick is dedicated to Tam and Becca--  :)

There once was a girl named Shelley.
Some people thought she might be smelly.
Skunkle was her address.
It caused her duress,
so much that she'd rather not telly!

Friday, March 8, 2013


There once was a girl named Miley.
She claimed to be rather smiley.
She fought all day,
Frowned at play,
And showed some humor, though dryly.

There once was a girl named Brianna.
She slipped upon a banana.
She hurt her toe.
Yelled, "Oh no!"
Then began singing soprano.

There once was a girl named Kris.
She played basketball and got her wish.
She hurt her knee.
Yelled, "oh, me!"
And then her mom gave her a big kiss.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Today's Students

I had almost finished my blog tonight when I overheard some people talking at a swim meet. As a result, I decided I HAD to change my post! 
I guess the man speaking used to teach school. Years ago. He claimed that students USED to be respectful, and USED to care, and USED to behave. BUT not anymore. I was shocked to learn that all students nowadays are rude, and disrespectful, and unkind. They have no self control or limits. They are horrid...

I sure wish someone would have told me before I let my students  raise over $500 this winter to send to children in Africa who lack clean water... And before they volunteered to raise more funds to combat human trafficking... And before they spent countless hours after school researching and working on projects.

My students are extremely kind...and thoughtful...and helpful. They care about much more in this world than themselves. They want to learn and to make a difference with their lives. They care. They have self control and compassion. I wouldn't trade 'em for anything!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Haiku Attempts
I like the first line.
--wondering about the others...

Snow awakens soul
Breathes life to my anxious heart
glistening joy flows

Snow awakens soul
Speaks truth to my wond'ring heart
Abundant peace flows
                          (or reigns?)

Snow awakens soul
Speaks truth to my thoughtful heart
Silences my doubt 

Snow awakens soul
Speaks softly, grants inner peace
Tranquil thoughts follow
                           (or free flow?)

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Girls Will Be Girls

Painted faces
Painted feet
Painted arms
ain't so neat

See the doctor
Watch her squirm
Wonder what
is on that arm

It's not bruises
Not from pain
It's those girls
gone insane

Re and Jud
Two bosom buds
Born to mischief
not to suds

Monday, March 4, 2013

That's Right...I Did It!!!


  I did it!  That's right!  I really did it!

     Last Thursday night, my 6th grade daughter got hurt in a game (twice even!), and I didn't cry, run to her aid, or even melt down. I've always wondered what I'd do in that situation. See...I tend to panic in emergencies...

     When my son got his tonsils out, I passed out and fell in my husband's lap as the doctor grew concerned with his unrelenting vomiting.

     When my dad was in ICU and I was awakened during the night and told he wasn't doing so well, I passed out and spent five long hours in the ER. I should have been there for my dad!

     When my husband had his first colonoscopy  a few years back, and the doctor told me he'd removed a pre-cancerous polyp, I had to keep reminding myself --DEEP BREATHS!  DEEP BREATHS!  DON'T PASS OUT!  DON'T PASS OUT!

     I'm proud to say I won that one!

     So...I guess I can safely say, if you're in a tight spot and you need someone to help you through your emergency, you're better off to call someone else...

     Not that I don't care!

    -- I will, however, bake you cookies afterward!

Sunday, March 3, 2013


Tonight I am tired and really don't feel I have much in me to write, but I WILL blog this day #3...


Tonight I reflect on my parents--who have sacrificed their entire lives...

They sacrificed in order to raise five children.  They could have decided that kids cost too much money.

They sacrificed to invest in some foster children--and any friends their children had who needed a place to stay.

They sacrificed when they were young and had their first couple of kids, and my dad had such huge health issues that--I'm sure--it cost them everything they had and more to get him diagnosed properly.

They sacrificed to coach their five kids in t-ball and little league and to drive us all back-and-forth to one game after another:  baseball, basketball, band, football, wrestling, track, and various other school and church activities.

They sacrificed to stand apart from mainstream society and to expect proper morals from their children (not perfection, though)--even if it sometimes meant embarrassment on their kids' part when they had to confess, to apologize to a teacher, to take the consequences for actions that we wish we would have rather not confronted...

They sacrificed when they told some of us who were near adulthood (or already arrived) that we must live by their rules, while living under their roof, or find someplace else to live.  Sometimes love is TOUGH!

They sacrificed when they explained to one child under age 18 that all people live under someone's authority--whether that is a parent's, a boss's, a teacher's, a principal's, or even God's--and that they would hand the authority over to a police officer if that juvenile refused to live by his parents' authority.  I still remember being in the car, crying, and begging my brother to make the right choice.  I didn't want to lose him.

They sacrificed when they discovered my dad had cancer in 1994 and was told he had four months to live.  It has now been 19 years.  Sometimes doctors don't know everything.  He defied the odds--with medical treatment, nutritional supplements, and God's grace and provision.

They sacrificed when my dad was diagnosed two more times...and as he now fights his long, lingering battle with nonhodgkins lymphoma.

They sacrificed as my dad fought alcoholism and made choices that hurt himself and those he loved, as much as he hated that.  They finally won the battle almost ten years ago, when he was freed from his addiction.

They sacrificed to remain married when it would have been so much easier to just walk away.  Life can be so tough!

Through all the sacrifice, I haven't heard grumbling, accusation, or words of bitterness--just voices claiming God's goodness and provision.  They probably don't even consider these things a sacrifice--just lives spent doing what they knew best to do.

Next August 7 they will arrive on their 50-year journey of marriage...I contemplate what gift to give, what item would mean something to these two people who mean so much to me.  Nothing can ever repay them for their sacrifice, their love, their support.

I am truly blessed.

Saturday, March 2, 2013


I was stretched today...I received a text last night, informing me that I would be assistant coach today for my daughter's AAU basketball game.  

I replied with, "ALL WILL BE SORRY!"

As I observed the other mother who stepped in to be head coach for the day, I felt quite inadequate.  She had coached before.  She knew the plays; she knew the positions; she knew what she was doing.  I was there, simply, for moral support--and to get ice--and to get water.

As we drove home, I began connecting the experience to my own teaching.  I've attended TONS of basketball games, I've heard basketball rules,  and I've watched coaches run drills--yet I really had no idea how to coach those eight fifth-grade girls--or anyone--for that matter!

How many times are there students in my class who hear all the rules, listen intently to all the teaching, but then have absolutely no clue what to do when it is time to perform?  I often tell myself that they weren't listening, or they don't care, or that maybe they're even lazy.

Yet there I was--today--unsure, inept, and performing poorly.  I most likely would have received an "F" (or maybe a D-) if I'd been evaluated, especially compared to amazing mom #1.  

Yet I did my best.

How many times do students DO THEIR BEST--only to receive failing grades?  


Friday, March 1, 2013

Kids swim
Flippers flip
Some spin
Some trip

All laugh
Some giggle
Little girls
Not so little

Riley--14 now
So we celebrate
When and how
Did you transformate

Into this beautiful young woman?