On the way home from school, Spencer and I had one of THOSE arguments about age appropriate privileges and the reasons parents make the decisions they do. “What! Why does he get to?” Spencer objected. Add caption “Because he’s in fifth grade.” “Well, I’m in fourth.” “Well, Zach didn’t get to do that when he was in fourth grade.” I crossed my fingers on the steering wheel, knowing Zach has had this privilege before, but NOT in fourth grade. I feigned confidence in my … [Read more...]
The Broken Arrow
Down in the depths of our storage room are boxed-up pieces of our childhoods. There’s a blue Rubbermaid filled with my memorabilia: a sticker book, drawing notebooks, and an enormous key chain collection. There’s also a box with Kurt’s treasures: a jersey, medals, and ribbons. That's a broadhead. Over the years we’ve added to the collection, but the keepsakes don’t always fit in the box. For instance, I have gigantic vintage pompoms that roll around the storage room, making their annual … [Read more...]
Mystery Injury
Once upon a time, but not that long ago.. I was cleaning up dishes to the tune of all kinds of boy-ish commotion in the basement. It was that borderline kind of commotion where after every slap-like noise I flinched and waited to hear someone bawling or pounding up the stairs. Instead, the slaps and whaps were followed by silence, the kind induced by riotous laughter. I peeked down to see all three boys doubled over laughing. The couch was tipped over, draped in … [Read more...]
Dirty Laundry
It happened again. We were in a tizzy collecting hats, shirts, cleats, water bottles, gloves, mitts, bats and balls from the far corners of the house and garage. Unfortunately, clean baseball pants could not be found. A little digging, literally, revealed that the best and favorite baseball pants were in the damp and dirty heap of laundry which I had been conveniently ignoring. In the rush to get out the door, I urged the boys to wear clean baseball pants, even if they were the ones … [Read more...]
Teacher or Student?
Substitute teaching in fourth grade is proving to be an emotional experience. One day I can hardly keep from laughing (see previous post). The next day I could almost cry…but not for the reasons you might think. According to the lesson plan we read Chrysanthemum. It’s the story of a mouse named Chrysanthemum who loved her perfectly beautiful name…until she went to school. Everyone made fun of the fact that she was named after a flower. In fact her long name didn’t even fit on her nametag! … [Read more...]
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