memories of parenting

old memories die hard... I spent some time today reflecting on how my parenting is effected by the way I was parented...

I think parenting has to be the absolute hardest job ever....

I do not desire to be my kids' friend. They do not need to love me twenty-four hours a day. It is okay for them to spend some time sulking and frustrated. I pray for them to succeed at everything they try... but I will stand by them when they fall.

I had an angry parent. One parent had a "punish and holler now - ask questions later" approach to parenting.... I have found myself taking this approach a few times...

it is not good.



not sure what I am going to do with these memories that I am having or how it will change what I am doing...

just kind of praying thru it...

too young

35 is too young to leave this world...

I taught a wonderful young man named David. He was an amazing singer and musician. He wrote songs for me. He sang with a group of young men in several of my choral concerts. His senior year, he joined with a couple of kids and sang a beautiful song to me. He called me "mama" and treated me like a queen. I enjoyed every day that he was in my classroom...

Yesterday, the Lord received him into heaven...


makes me sad to think that one of my wonderful students is gone....

meeting

we have a meeting this morning... not really sure what the meeting is supposed to achieve.

there are all kinds of meetings; planning meetings, budget meetings, organizational meetings, parent/teacher meetings, staff meetings, chance meetings....etc. Most meetings have a purpose.

this morning, we have a meeting with a child who has been very ugly to our middle child and this child's father... don't worry, the assistant principal will be there as well...

so, what is supposed to be taken care of in a meeting like this?

do we throw the two kids in a ring and let them battle it out?

do we flex muscles and offer to handle it between the parents?

do we sit and list all of the horrible and wonderful things about each child?

I have no idea what we are supposed to accomplish.

I do know that I will be there. I also know that the "mama bear" in me is scheduled to make an appearance. I know that there will be air so thick in this meeting that a knife should be present... but on second chance, all weapons should probably remain at home...

(this is a very tame blog entry... I decided that I probably should not list all of the stupidly mean things that this brat has done to my precious child. I should not threaten the child over the internet as well. I figured that I needed to remain neutral sounding and seem to have my wits about me... however, all who know me also know that there will be some sort of nuclear explosion this morning around 8:30... listen for it and see if you can hear the BOOM)