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About a month ago, while tucking my eleven year old son into bed and getting ready to say nightly prayers (hope he doesn’t out grow that tradition for a LITTLE while longer), he looks at me and says, “I don’t know if this is a coincidence, or if it was God, but...” He preceded to tell me a story about running out of gas on his four-wheeler earlier that day and saying a little prayer to God about sending help. Minutes later, his sister just happened to show up. At the end of the story he says, “I don’t know, Mom. Was it a coincidence, or was it God?”
It was God, Bud.
He says, “Yeah, I guess He DOES answer prayers, doesn’t He?”
I’ve got amazing kids. 🙂
Photo by Mrs. T.G.
We’ve all seen the bumper sticker/T-shirt type quote that says, “Stressed spelled backwards is desserts!”
Love that quote. 🙂
But I’m here to tell ya, it should spell summer.
I absolutely LOVE the Mosaic Email Group of which I’m a member. On the advice of one of the members, I’ve ordered the book The Pressures of Teaching: How Teachers Cope with Classroom Stress by Maureen Robins. It’s a book of essays from various teachers about how they handle the stress of the job and I’m expecting it to arrive this week. Meanwhile, I’m thinking I could write a chapter. It would go something like this:
To handle stress, enjoy your summer. During your summer, don’t put too much on your “to do” list, feel free to hit your snooze button (or as my friend Mo would say, don’t even set your alarm), and don’t feel the least bit guilty when you get those looks (and sometimes words) from people who are envious that you have the summer “off”. You could make more money, especially with your Master’s degree, somewhere else, AND if you DID have a different job, you COULD take a week right in the dead of winter to go on a cruise, or a week in October to New England, or ten days in March to go on a “Farms of Hawaii” tour with your husband, but you can’t and you DO love your career. So ENJOY your summer vacation. The end.
Okay, so the editor of the book would take a red pen to that run-on sentence, but you get my drift.
-Mrs. T.G. 🙂
PS–time to go tackle a few more things on my LONG summer to do list before I start leading and participating in my summer classes and before I begin planning for my new year, sketching out a new scope & sequence, and setting up blogs for my kiddos. Ahh… summer!
I love summer! One of my favorite activities is watching my kids play ball, but second to that is reading. Not only actual reading, but also LISTENING to audio books while I get caught up on some much needed spring summer cleaning annual shoveling out of the house. With a month of summer done, you’d think I’d have a pile of books read and/or listened to, but here’s the thing, I’m a slow reader.
Yep. Fully admitting it. This teacher of reading is a slow reader. Problem is my mind wanders and I spend time developing these elaborate visualizations of the text, perfecting my images, flipping through my mental rolodex finding JUST the right Hollywood actor for each character. Trading Matthew McConaughey, Richard Gere, and Brad Pitt like they were baseball players until I find just the right face for that leading male character. Then I have to go back and reread (or scroll back on my iPod) because I realize I just missed something important as I was off mentally recreating that scene.
But what I lack in quantity, I make up for in quality, as cliche as that may sound. I get into books. I care about those characters, I analyze plots and themes, I wonder about what the author was going through while writing the story. A good book makes me laugh, cry, rub my hands together in excitement, or totally nod in agreement/shake my head in disagreement. A good book is fulfilling. A good book is thought provoking. A good book is, well, life changing. So, while my summer reading list is LONG, I won’t make that big of dent in it, and I’m okay with that.
Now, where’d I put my book?