I’ve felt out of sorts lately, I’m chalking it up to running ragged and being sick over the holiday, but wanted to find a way to get back sooner than later. It’s no fun being out of sorts.
This past weekend started off a little rough and by Friday I was just DONE. You know the feeling? You don’t want to deal with anything, human interaction should be kept to a minimum, and it’s time for quiet. Luckily my husband was alright with staying in and shuffling plans. (I couldn’t even tell you what we did or what we had for dinner. I think we watched Star Trek: The Next Generation and had chicken nugget parm for dinner.)
Saturday got off to a rough start and while it improved, I was still feeling glum as I picked up lunch and headed to my dear friend, D’s house for some quality time with her and her kids.
Em is 2 years, O is 3 weeks old and the two of them along with their momma was just the medicine I needed.
We played Hide & Seek, a new game for Em, but one she quickly caught on to for the most part. We found hiding places (mostly) big enough for the two of us and D would come find us. Then she and I would count to 10 and go find D.
It was really a lot of fun.
It was in either while hiding in the shower as we were covering our mouths to stop our giggles or the pink castle that Em’s giggles and smile told me I’d be just fine.
Kids have this way about them, their love is so simple and honest. It’s a nice refresher for life that sometimes giggles while hiding are just what you need to get back to you.
Love you to the moon and back already. Just like your sister, Momma, and Dad.
Happy Birthday, O. Welcome to this crazy world.
Isn’t she the cutest baking buddy? My niece and I joined my G-d Mother for some baking. Traditional peanut butter with kisses and chocolate chip with sprinkles.
It was the second of two wonderful days spent in the kitchens of loved ones.
This post is part of BlogHer’s writing prompts for NaBloPloMo I won’t even pretend I’ll be sure to blog every day, but I’ll try even if it’s just something short or a picture. (What is NaBloPoMo? wiseGEEK has the answer)
Why do you ask such hard questions?! OK. The last compliment I received. Hm. I don’t really know. I’d have to think about it, it’s been a little crazy around here so please bear with me that they’re in no particular order because I really don’t know which was the last:
- “Dinner was really good.” – My husband about the peppers, potatoes and chicken dish I made
- “You’re a really good friend to Em.” – DMK regarding her daughter, whom I adore with utter absolution.
- “I love what you did with the fabric.” – A friend in regard to the wreath I made with some questionably usable fabric I had from my grandmother’s house.
- “You really are a social media guru.” – One of the higher ups at work in regards to a presentation I did. I’m not sure it’s true, but it was nice to hear.
- “Thank you for being my friend and not judging me.” – Written in a card by a friend.
I could take this opportunity to try and write down all the nice things said about me lately (if I could remember them) but in all actuality, I don’t remember many of them because I have a hard time accepting compliments. I don’t see anything I do as all that wonderful, I just see it as being part of me. I’m not trying to do wonderful things. I’m just being me and treating others as I’d wish to be treated.
(I’m not fishing here, I really believe that I should just do my best and be my best person because it’s who I am.)
I do want to know though, what’s the last compliment you heard?
“We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are dull, some have weird names,all are different, but they all live in the same box. “
This sign hangs in the school where I vote and it makes me smile every time I see it.
As you walk into the school, you walk under the veritable UN worthy collection of flags that hang in the entry way. (It’s my understanding that the flags are representative of the school’s student body. If this is true, the school is rather ethnically and culturally diverse.) The impression of all those flags may or may not stick with you as it does me, but if it does and you see this sign on one of the bulletin boards you can appreciate the undertaking that is at hand.
Did you know that while kids understand the differences between themselves and those around them from a rather early age, they don’t really care about them until someone else tells them that being different is wrong? They have to be taught that being different is bad.
I’ve always believed that it’s really differences that make this world go round. Some people are very different than me. I might not agree with others or think their positions have any sort of validity, but I can not tell you how much I appreciate those differences. Some of them make me challenge my understanding of our differences, some make them challenge my understanding of myself. All of them provide an opportunity for improvement.
Why is being wrong different? I challenge you this week. Find someone you KNOW is different than you and instead of focusing on those differences, figure out what you might also have in common.
I dare you.
I don’t want to argue about ADHD being real or not. My thoughts on that are an entirely different post.
I don’t want to talk about the best way to educate our children. There really isn’t a best way. There are many good ways that work and every child learns differently.
All I want to comment on is this: All children are capable of learning. The world our culture and the economy is changing. We need to take a look at how we’re educating our children to keep up with the changing world.
We can do better…What do you think?