There’s a mama or papa bear in all of us, and it comes roaring to the surface when our kids get targeted.
“This is why we fight for our children. We fight for a better world. My readers may remember the challenges that Carl was facing in middle school. There were children calling him a “taco.” They called him “brownie.” They threatened to send him “back over the wall” to Mexico.
Carl was bewildered. “But I’m Puerto Rican!” he kept saying. “I was born in Massachusetts!” “
Why We Fight: Herding Chickens and Other Adventures in Foster and Adoptive Care
“As a homeless student, icebreakers were always tough for me. If my classmates asked about my family or tried to organize sleepovers, I couldn’t tell them that me and my younger sister didn’t have a place to live. I was afraid that if they knew, they would take her away from me…
As someone with learning disabilities, my sister depended on me to protect her from our mother, who was often so enraged by my sister’s behavioral problems that she became violent and abusive. We moved around a lot too, often because we were evicted.”
None of My Teachers Knew I Was Homeless. They Should Have. | Huffington Post
me: So what’s your favorite subject so far?
T-man: Math. That is definitely math.
me: What’s the most important school supply you have?
T-man: (laughs) That little fold up binder thing that I have that you bought me. (a Trapper Keeper)
me: And…if you could sub for a teacher for one day, who would it be and why?
T-man: The Spanish teacher because I do not care for her at all so I would get rid of her in any way possible.
[Well then, it looks like we’re off to a good start.]
Well, we’re in the deep weeds now.
We’ve officially completed our first full week with two kids in middle school. They have 22 months between them but are in back-to-back grades at school. They walk the same hallways, have (some) of the same teachers, and aren’t the least bit afraid to express opinions about rules, staff, and dress code.
Here are a few nuggets I’ve gleaned from the first week of school.
“I think I finally found my hallelujah
I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life
Now all my dreams are coming true, yeah
I’ve been waiting for this moment
Feels good to be alive right about now”
Andy Grammar – “Good to be Alive (Hallelujah)”
Oh buddy, I’m gonna wait while you click on that link and dance to some Andy Grammar this morning. Go on, really…this song nails it today.
Enjoyed a little groove there? (STILL haven’t listened? Click on the link, people!)
It’s the first day of school in my county. Can a mama get an amen?
“School days, school days
Dear old Golden Rule days
‘Reading and ‘riting and ‘rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hick’ry stick…”
Will Cobb and Gus Edwards ©1907
This song has always left me with more questions than answers. Why do they say “dear old” Golden Rule days? Did they graduate out of that one? Why does Reading have an apostrophe in front of it when you haven’t dropped a letter? And how exactly does that hickory stick set the rhythm? I imagine a teacher thumping a walking stick on the floor, but it also makes me think about nuns and those rulers…
At any rate, we’ve reached the final weekend before school begins – that milestone deserves an academic edition of Things I Just Can’t Handle.
Ah, the summer wind down.
The days when my kids are alternately bored out of their skulls, dreading the start of school, and feverishly pitching ideas for activities just in case they haven’t managed to cram enough fun into the 9½ weeks of summer gone by.
These are the days when I juggle last minute appointments and school prep, except this year my house decided to mutiny. So while other parents are shopping for binders and book covers, I’m listening to a demolition.
No dramatic flair – there is literally a man with a sledgehammer knocking out tiles, walls, and flooring in my bathroom. I never in my wildest dreams imagined I’d hear these sorts of crashing noises inside our home.
On the up side: We didn’t go crashing through the shower floor ourselves before the water damage was discovered, it didn’t happen during the madness of our summer rush, and the kids (HALLELUJAH) will be back at school in a couple of weeks.
Now, we’ll be talking major gratitude once I have a bathroom of my own again.
Leave it to my youngest to bring up back to school shopping. In July. While on vacation.
I guess one could praise Bear for her foresight and responsibility. Me? I fell back on Advanced Parenting 301. I said I didn’t want to think about it until August.
And dammit, here we are.