Another week comes to a close – they just don’t go any slower do they. Especially when every day you have to go through the days to come with your five-year-old. So very often we have the following conversation:
Liam: What’s going on/what are we doing tomorrow?
Me: It’s a kindergarten day…
Liam: And then after that, what?
Me: It’s a stay at home day/MOPS day/soccer practice day.
Liam: And then after that, how many days until [fill in the blank with some highly anticipated thing]?
Me: It’s one day less than what I told you yesterday OR the same as I told you 30 minutes ago…
Repeat, ad nauseum, daily. And now he’s adding holidays into the mix because he knows Halloween is coming next month, then Thanksgiving and then Christmas. Sometimes I relate time in a day to how many Nick Jr. shows it would be, e.g., if we have to leave in an hour, that’s 2 Nick Jr. shows – he seems to get this concept. But yesterday he asked, how many Nick Jr. shows it is until Halloween. And for a minute, I tried to do the math… approximately 48 Nick Jr. shows in a day x 7 days in a week x 6 (or so) weeks… then I just replied, “A lot.” Does everyone’s kid need to have an explanation of what is coming up? I feel like some kids just don’t keep track, but Liam sure does…
This weekend is a weekend he’s been asking about for a while, the boy’s football weekend. Each year, the men on my side of the family who are able, pick an out-of-town MSU football game and all go there for the weekend. The rule became, when you turn five, you get to go on the weekend and Liam is finally five so he gets to go! A mother rejoices (but I’ll really be rejoicing in three years when both boys can go – I imagine this will be the first time since I got married that I will be in my house, alone for more than a few hours). While the boys enjoy a little football fun, Jack and I are heading to my parent’s house to hang out with my mom and (hopefully) other family. I hope to sleep – these are my plans for the weekend.
1. If you had a weekly newspaper column, what would you name it?
This, that and the other thing. Because I doubt I could ever stay on one topic.
2. Who is your mentor/inspiration?
Gah… I really don’t think I have one specific person to pick for this. I don’t know what that says about me, but I just don’t. If I had opted to go into teaching (which, let’s face it, was never a remote possibility), I would pick a teacher I had for two years in middle school who I have continued to stay in touch with over the years, though not as often as I would like. Mr. Small was and ever will be the best teacher I ever had, he was also the hardest with the highest expectations and I loved that because he challenged us and demanded our respect and we loved him for it. So many teachers take the easy road or try to be a friend and not a teacher or let students get away with too much, but never Mr. Small and yet, we all ended up wanting to be his friend after we were done with his classes. Of all the classes I have taken, I have so many more memories from his two than all the rest combined and that speaks volumes to what we learned and experienced. I will have to find the story I wrote set in medieval times (he taught History and sometimes English) that I had to research and write for his class, it featured a birth scene; a birth scene written by an eighth grader which I can only imagine was super accurate. We also held an annual medieval/European fair where we featured food from around Europe and performed works from Shakespeare (the group I was in did an updated version of Hamlet where in the duel scene, an HIV-infected hypodermic needle is used instead of the poisoned sword – it was surprisingly hilarious). I could go on and on, but it’s really interesting only to those of us who were in those classes. During our senior year in high school we got the chance to honor him at a ceremony called Presentation of the Roses where we gave roses to the people in our lives who had made a positive impact – parents, teachers, mentors, etc… I forget how many of us there were, but a fair number listed Mr. Small and thinking about that moment now makes me tear up – he was/is as good as it gets. Had I ever gone into teaching, he would have been the role model I followed. It should also be noted that his wife was a pretty awesome teacher in her own right, but you don’t have the same experiences in a math class as you do in history and English (though I do recall one funny incident when I had a pretty bad, barking cough and she asked me if it was a smoker’s cough which still makes me laugh to think about since I was in seventh grade and horrified at the suggestion).
3. What is your wake up beverage of choice?
When I first wake up, I always have two glasses of water from the tap, but after that, I need coffee or Diet Coke, but most typically coffee that my lovely husband makes, unless he’s feeling passive aggressive, then I have to make it.
4. Would you wear your mom’s clothes?
If I had to, sure, but typically, not so much – she is 42 years older than me, I think it goes without saying that are tastes are somewhat different. She’ll ask me if I like something and often I’ll say, “I like it for you.” I’m a bit of a brat but too often if I say I like something, then she’ll get me something similar which I won’t end up wearing so I’ve learned to just be honest.
5. When you were a kid, did you put posters on your wall? If so, what were they of?
Oh yes. In elementary school, the posters were of kittens and puppies – all from Scholastic. Then I moved on to Kirk Cameron and New Kids on the Block. In college I had Leonardo DiCaprio from Romeo and Juliet (LOVED that movie) and an inspirational poster I got for graduation from my cousin and his wife. My roomie had a poster of a very nice house with three expensive cars in the garage that said, “Justification for higher education.” Kara, if you’re reading this, which you are not, I hated that poster but I love you!
A. counts things in “wake-ups.” This was problematic when he was sometimes taking naps and sometimes not. Because he counted those as wake-ups. If he wanted something to come quickly, he took a LOT of naps. 🙂
I say the same thing to my mom. “I like it for YOU.” Does that make me a bit of a brat too? At least we’re in good company. 🙂 Have a fun weekend!!!
We brats can stick together!
Awwww…. I’ll make sure Roger reads this blog. He still thinks so much of his students in those double classes. He kept a lot of the writings that were done in class!! Really! Our 12 year old granddaughter loves to get those out and read them. One time when Janet Chang Guadalupe and her husband were over she was reminiscing about the things that the class had done and I mentioned that Rog had kept some writings… she was thrilled! I made copies for her to take. It is surprising to many that “Mr. Small” is so sentimental (especially to those who had to live with him).
I told him that I am navigating through all of your blogs and that I thought you were a wonderful writer. He wasn’t surprised… said you always were.
I have one specific teacher I feel that way about, too. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out he’d passed away until way after the fact, or I’d have found some way to be at his funeral. He once let me get away with sleeping in class because he knew I was sick. He took one look at me and said, “I’ll wake you when the bell rings.” He was super tough, but a fantastic role model.
Found you through the link up. Look forward to reading more of your posts.
Thanks for stopping by and sticking around! Teachers are pretty awesome when they see us as people and vice versa!
that’s weird…my mom is 42 years older than i am also. 🙂 two glasses of water when you first wake up?? that’s impressive! and another question-in your health quest, do you still drink that amazing iced coffee from your nifty machine? in conclusion: i miss you.
I did have it a few times this summer, though I also started to realized that perhaps it was contributing to my stomach issues 🙂 But I still love it! It’s work extra workouts! I miss you, too!
Thanks for the kind words but it was the students who kept me and the class going. It was such a glorious time in those two classes. I think I still have a paper or two of yours that I would be glad to send to my favorite student. Let me know and we should have lunch sometime when I am in GR. Always, Roger (Mr. Small
I got the poem Jan emailed this weekend – I have tears of laughter and memories! What a pill I was! We really did have the best time – glad we can realize that and appreciate it! I’d love to do lunch any time and get together over the holidays, perhaps, we’ll in the Lansing for longer than a weekend then.
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