‘Cause It’s Summertime

If you are a parent of a school-aged child this is when you get to take a deep, deep breath. If you are a teacher, this is when you smile and think about how much later you’ll soon get to sleep.

When I was a very young, childless and a not-so-clued-in teacher, I would shake my head at the parents who didn’t look forward to having their kids home for summer. In my mind I thought “Hey, they’re yours and you knew summer was coming.” I know, I know. It was judgmental and wrong. No worries though. I have grown.

And since I have grown, I also know when it’s time to shift gears. While I enjoy blogging and keeping everyone in the loop with Juliana and our family, I’m excited to say that I’m taking off from writing this summer to hang out and just “be”.

Soon enough it will be fall and I should be back in writing mode. There will be lots of catching up to do–I’m hoping to finally get my E-book edited, Juliana is headed to kindergarten and Jessa will be turning four. Where is the time going?

However you plan to spend your summer days, I do hope they will include lots of sunshine and all the fun, guilty pleasures that only summer can bring.

See you in September.

This one is for the Henrys

henryAs the school year begins to come to an end, I am reminded of a post that I never got to write last fall. Juliana had a race day at her school and while I wondered how she would participate, I wasn’t worried about her not being included. When I got there to pick her up that afternoon, the teaching assistant told me how she walked Juliana around the course. There were smiles and photo ops all around. Because of her, Juliana completed three laps and got to experience race day like all the other students.

Yes, I know she was just doing her job, but the pride and pleasure with which she spoke while recounting the experience was priceless. It’s not just that she helps my little girl walk around the school, eat her lunch and go potty. It’s the joy with which she delivers it. On the drive home, my mind just drifted. Gratitude is what I felt–for the wonderful people who help support and care for my daughter when I am not around. In my mind, I call them the Henrys.

Picture a flash of me in high school; a good flash. It’s 7th period and I am headed to Mrs. Mooney’s class to tutor. Because I was an aspiring teacher, I loved tutoring. But most of all, I enjoyed my time with Sean and Henry. In my limited memories of the two of them, I remember that Sean had Cerebral Palsy and was in a wheelchair. Henry was his attendant and did all of the writing for Sean and took him to all of his classes. I remember the three of us huddled together sometimes with Henry cracking jokes and Sean and I laughing. They are good memories and I never looked upon Sean as less capable. He just needed extra help and that’s what Henry gave him.

Back then, I was so clueless about what having a disability meant. And I surely didn’t understand anything about Cerebral Palsy. While I knew that Henry played an important part in Sean’s academic life, I never understood the depth of that. Boy do I get it now. I’m so thankful for the Henrys out there; they change my daughter’s life and world with every feeding, diaper change, and wardrobe malfunction. And I just wanted to make sure to get it on the record so that all of our Henrys know how very much they are appreciated.



What Spring Brings

Sometimes I look at my girls and I am in awe of the simplicity of their happiness. The right cookie, jelly bean treat or hug will bring forth a smile and make their day. It made me think about how we lose that as time goes on and we get older. So, I’ve been taking some mental notes about simple things that bring me joy and Spring is one of them.

Sunshine. Beautiful weather and glimpses of good things that can only come with warmer weather. Yes, I’m liking what spring is bringing; no guilt treats that won’t cost me any pounds or diet cheats. Below is a quick glimpse at what spring 2015 has brought me so far. Spoiler Alert: You won’t get through this post without a smile. I double-dog dare you.