With plans to run with my running buddy suddenly derailed on Thursday, I was left with a few options: 1. Run by myself at 8pm in the dark, 2. Skip the run, or 3. Figure out somehow to run that somehow incorporated the kids while John was at taekwondo. I opted for #3. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of my week.
The neighborhood across from ours is essentially a mile loop with cul de sacs that add another mile or so. Though my original plan for the evening was to run about 5-6 miles, I knew that I had to adjust that goal if my kids were involved. I decided that 3 miles would suffice. The kids got their helmets and bikes and I laced up.
Initially, I thought my kids would be outpacing me by a bit. We had a plan for them to ride around the cul de sacs until I caught up and then we would head to the next one. It turns out that I can run up hills faster than they can ride up hills. There were enough hills that we more or less took the same amount of time to make it around. In some cases, I had to stop for a bit to wait, but they gave it their best.
The hills turned out to be a highlight for me, as behind me I heard Everly, pushing up the hill, yell "Victory is mine!!"
I started down the hill before they made it to the top. But I knew when they were right behind, as Everly yelled, "Comin' in hot!!"
As we continued, finally finding a flat stretch where we could keep pace with each other a bit better, Cortlan said to me, "Mommy, I love that you love to run." That meant the world to me.
And it only got better. We finished the run/ride with a couple more stops (and Cortlan asking, "Next time we stop, can I have a hug?"), and made it safely home. As I was tucking the kids in for bed, Cortlan tells me, "That was a happy moment in my life."
I completely agree.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Advice to my kids in the future
Write your teachers notes...meaningful notes.
I just got one from a student today and it meant the world to me.
Teachers don't always know what their students are thinking, and though we try our hardest to do the right things and teach our hearts out and show how much we care about our students, teenagers are teenagers and they are hard to read at best.
So when a student takes the time to write a note - a heartfelt note - telling her teacher that her class was a bright spot in her day and thanking her for being understanding and supportive and passionate about what she does, a note that talks about the struggles that were hidden and the little things that her teacher did to help her through those struggles, it means so very much.
Your teachers care tremendously. Some more than others. If you recognize that in them, you should tell them.
So, kids, my advice to you today: pick a teacher that cared and tell him or her how much that meant to you. It will mean even more to them. Trust me.
I just got one from a student today and it meant the world to me.
Teachers don't always know what their students are thinking, and though we try our hardest to do the right things and teach our hearts out and show how much we care about our students, teenagers are teenagers and they are hard to read at best.
So when a student takes the time to write a note - a heartfelt note - telling her teacher that her class was a bright spot in her day and thanking her for being understanding and supportive and passionate about what she does, a note that talks about the struggles that were hidden and the little things that her teacher did to help her through those struggles, it means so very much.
Your teachers care tremendously. Some more than others. If you recognize that in them, you should tell them.
So, kids, my advice to you today: pick a teacher that cared and tell him or her how much that meant to you. It will mean even more to them. Trust me.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Things have changed a bit...
I am sitting in detention right now. I am trying to grade papers. I gave a quiz today that I would love to give back tomorrow. I am seeing clearly that isn't going to happen. In fact, considering I just read the same essay 4 times and still couldn't process it, I am fearful that they won't even get the quiz back on Monday.
Sometimes, I think, "It has always been like this. Sometimes it is just hard to focus." But then, I think of the level of change and other changes since October 1, 2013, and I wonder, "But has it really always been like this?" And this being a rare moment when I am willing, I have to concede - no. Things aren't quite the same. Turns out, there is more to concussions than meets the eye.
Remember when I used to write this blog quite frequently? Yeah, that was before the accident.
Perhaps life just got busier. Perhaps my priorities changed. Perhaps I ran out of things to say. Maybe. But I love to write and I loved keeping this blog and I miss it. I used to have so much to say that my fingers couldn't work fast enough. If I found 5 minutes, I could spill it and enjoy it. The words would just flow. Not anymore. It is much harder now. Give me a topic, I might be able to pull something off if given enough time. Give me a story to write, and I can probably do it. But it isn't easy anymore.
When your brain changes, it is kind of hard to use your brain to figure out the changes. That kind of metacognition is tough. Just after the accident, it was literally (yes - I am using that word in the literal sense) impossible for me to realize exactly what had changed. But I knew that I couldn't work on the computer, read to my kids, follow a recipe, exercise...you know, the things that I would normally do on a daily basis and enjoy. Back then, it would take me days and days to grade papers that used to take me a few hours. I would forget ingredients in meals that I was making, even with the recipe right in front of me. When I did try running again, what I saw seemed much like the work of a bad videographer using a camcorder with no stability controls in the 1980s. Every step jostled my on-board "camera" and the view was kind of sickening. Headaches were a given. That vestibular system of ours is a pretty handy one to have and it sucks when it isn't working right.
So things have certainly gotten better. They have. And for all intents and purposes, I am back to normal. Most people would agree. I am pretty much able to pull off my visible life with little noticeable differences. Mostly. I can run now. Most days, I can even run without getting headaches. I am back to cooking up a storm.
What is good is that I am able to focus really well in the mornings after a good night's sleep. So, often, I will wake up bright and early to get some work done. I woke up exceptionally early to do my taxes last week. I will probably grade these papers twice as fast tomorrow morning, until my students come in. But by the end of the day, the story is different. So I re-prioritize my days...I front load, big time. I can grocery shop in the evening and usually not forget anything...as long as I made the list in the morning. In most ways, I have fully adapted, which is great.
Add stress, and things get trickier. I have actually been completely debilitated and unable to make simple decisions because of stress since my accident. It is like my brain shuts down if I am trying to process too many things at once. I don't recall things being like that before. The way I think has changed a bit. The things I think about have changed a bit.
So why am I writing this? I don't know. I am not trying to complain. I certainly don't want anyone to think differently about me. Maybe I am frustrated. Maybe I just need to get it out. Maybe I just need to feel productive...I am certainly not getting these quizzes graded.
And I am stuck here in detention, after all.
Sometimes, I think, "It has always been like this. Sometimes it is just hard to focus." But then, I think of the level of change and other changes since October 1, 2013, and I wonder, "But has it really always been like this?" And this being a rare moment when I am willing, I have to concede - no. Things aren't quite the same. Turns out, there is more to concussions than meets the eye.
Remember when I used to write this blog quite frequently? Yeah, that was before the accident.
Perhaps life just got busier. Perhaps my priorities changed. Perhaps I ran out of things to say. Maybe. But I love to write and I loved keeping this blog and I miss it. I used to have so much to say that my fingers couldn't work fast enough. If I found 5 minutes, I could spill it and enjoy it. The words would just flow. Not anymore. It is much harder now. Give me a topic, I might be able to pull something off if given enough time. Give me a story to write, and I can probably do it. But it isn't easy anymore.
When your brain changes, it is kind of hard to use your brain to figure out the changes. That kind of metacognition is tough. Just after the accident, it was literally (yes - I am using that word in the literal sense) impossible for me to realize exactly what had changed. But I knew that I couldn't work on the computer, read to my kids, follow a recipe, exercise...you know, the things that I would normally do on a daily basis and enjoy. Back then, it would take me days and days to grade papers that used to take me a few hours. I would forget ingredients in meals that I was making, even with the recipe right in front of me. When I did try running again, what I saw seemed much like the work of a bad videographer using a camcorder with no stability controls in the 1980s. Every step jostled my on-board "camera" and the view was kind of sickening. Headaches were a given. That vestibular system of ours is a pretty handy one to have and it sucks when it isn't working right.
So things have certainly gotten better. They have. And for all intents and purposes, I am back to normal. Most people would agree. I am pretty much able to pull off my visible life with little noticeable differences. Mostly. I can run now. Most days, I can even run without getting headaches. I am back to cooking up a storm.
What is good is that I am able to focus really well in the mornings after a good night's sleep. So, often, I will wake up bright and early to get some work done. I woke up exceptionally early to do my taxes last week. I will probably grade these papers twice as fast tomorrow morning, until my students come in. But by the end of the day, the story is different. So I re-prioritize my days...I front load, big time. I can grocery shop in the evening and usually not forget anything...as long as I made the list in the morning. In most ways, I have fully adapted, which is great.
Add stress, and things get trickier. I have actually been completely debilitated and unable to make simple decisions because of stress since my accident. It is like my brain shuts down if I am trying to process too many things at once. I don't recall things being like that before. The way I think has changed a bit. The things I think about have changed a bit.
So why am I writing this? I don't know. I am not trying to complain. I certainly don't want anyone to think differently about me. Maybe I am frustrated. Maybe I just need to get it out. Maybe I just need to feel productive...I am certainly not getting these quizzes graded.
And I am stuck here in detention, after all.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Happy 6th birthday, Everly!
The evening before Cortlan turned 5, he cried. He loved being five, didn't want to grow up, wanted to stay five forever, and, in fact, refused to acknowledge being six for a while.
Yesterday morning, Everly greeted me with a happy "Good morning!" and "Tomorrow is my birthday! That makes today my birthday EVE!!"
Forever wanting to be bigger and more grown up, perhaps due to having an older brother, Everly has left the minor leagues - the 0-5 year old stage - never to return. She is thrilled. I am a bit emotional. But I am following her lead.
Everly has only recently reached the advised weight for switching from a five-point harness car seat to a booster, but she has been waiting for this moment for years. Last night, after she was in bed, we took the car seat that she has used for years out of the car and replaced it with a brand new booster. This morning, when she saw it, it was suddenly like she finally made it to the big leagues.
The year of being five was a big one...getting her ears pierced, starting Kindergarten, learning to read. And also of us figuring each other out a bit more. I feel like I learned a lot about what makes Everly tick and how to work with her this year, resulting in more peace and more fun. She is growing up and figuring things out, as well.
Everly makes us laugh all of the time. She surprises us with her quick wit and timing. Over the past year, she has wanted to be a doctor, a teacher, an actor, an artist, and a scientist. I am loving watching her grow.
Happy birthday to our dynamo, Everly!
Yesterday morning, Everly greeted me with a happy "Good morning!" and "Tomorrow is my birthday! That makes today my birthday EVE!!"
Forever wanting to be bigger and more grown up, perhaps due to having an older brother, Everly has left the minor leagues - the 0-5 year old stage - never to return. She is thrilled. I am a bit emotional. But I am following her lead.
The year of being five was a big one...getting her ears pierced, starting Kindergarten, learning to read. And also of us figuring each other out a bit more. I feel like I learned a lot about what makes Everly tick and how to work with her this year, resulting in more peace and more fun. She is growing up and figuring things out, as well.
Everly makes us laugh all of the time. She surprises us with her quick wit and timing. Over the past year, she has wanted to be a doctor, a teacher, an actor, an artist, and a scientist. I am loving watching her grow.
Happy birthday to our dynamo, Everly!
Monday, February 16, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Random picture from my phone #2
I was so happy to have the opportunity to volunteer at Everly's Kindergarten Valentine party. I helped with the games, one of which was a candy heart stacking contest. Kindergartners are certainly a different crowd than the 11th and 12th grade students that I teach!
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Vow(el)s
As I was reading a beautiful book called Blueberry Girl tonight to my kids, Cortlan asked, "Did you have to read a poem like this and hope it came true?"
"What?" I asked, confused as to what he was talking about.
"I mean for your wedding. Did you read a poem like this for your wedding?"
"Oh, no. But Daddy and I did read our vows," I responded.
Then, Everly piped in, as serious as ever. "What were they? A, E, I, O, U?"
"What?" I asked, confused as to what he was talking about.
"I mean for your wedding. Did you read a poem like this for your wedding?"
"Oh, no. But Daddy and I did read our vows," I responded.
Then, Everly piped in, as serious as ever. "What were they? A, E, I, O, U?"
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Friendly dinnertime competition
A staring contest.
"I will crush you!" says Cortlan.
Tough competition!
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Can hardly believe he is 8!
The Birthday Boy picks
Breakfast for dinner, fro-yo.
SO much love for him.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
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