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Posted by on in Early Childhood

 preschool

"Let's start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start. When we read we begin with A B C...."

Who knew I'd love teaching littles? Not me, that's for sure. 

Preschool KWLW: Here's my learning update, month seven of my what was I thinking in year forty six? Who else in their right mind would start over, at the very beginning. Like how to hold a pencil, how to handle a book with love and repair ripped pages. I think I'm doing pretty well with the goals of the literacy grant, but I'm not working in sequential order like I usually do. I feel so out of sync, then all of a sudden, voila! the pieces come together.

Show and Tell and Circle Time offer time to structure, hold a class meeting for a couple minutes, sing, stretch and say our affirmations. Growth Mindset oozing from every pore of all of us. I lead Circle two days a week. I set and Close and bring puppets, props, a costume, tell stories, you know where I'm going here. Family learning.

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Posted by on in Social Emotional Learning

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She was running late as it was, so there was no way that Jordan was going to be able to do her hair the way she had planned. As it was, there was barely enough time for her to throw her outfit in the dryer to try and get the wrinkles out. Why did Picture Day have to be today?

Quickly, she pulled her hair up in a bun with the first hair tie she could find. It wasn’t the look she had planned on. But at this point, with ten minutes left before she had to be at the bus stop. It would be good enough.

When she got to school it was obvious that most of the girls in her class has spent the entire morning getting ready for their pictures. Jordan wondered if staying up an hour past her bedtime was really worth it. Her mother had made her flash cards to help her study for the math test. But going through them had taken longer than she had thought. At least she would be ready for the test.

She couldn’t believe it! When she stepped into the classroom she noticed that each one of them had an Ipad on their desk. They would be taking the test on the computer today. She could see the excitement on her classmates’ faces. They each had one at home. She didn’t. Maybe this was why they didn’t seem worried about the test.

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Posted by on in Leadership

Two simple questions: What do I really need? Who needs me?

Recently, Seth Godin published a short post called "The ruby slippers problem."  In this brief post he described that, in our culture, we are always looking to get more rather than focusing on what we have. His post has been on my mind since I read it a couple days ago.

Then, yesterday, my son was watching a video and I was listening in. The video was about happiness and why video games make you happy. He loved the idea of getting some validation for his favorite pastime. My interest was peaked by something else. The narrator was saying that studies have been done about people who win the lottery, and the fact is that they are no happier after winning the money than when they were broke. 

I find myself on the hamster wheel sometimes, chasing what I don't have. Seth is right, that mentality is ingrained into our culture. In those times, I have to force myself to step back and answer those two simple questions. What do I really need? Who needs me?

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Posted by on in General

denial

When we get a major diagnosis, even if it's one we've been expecting, there is always a certain amount of denial, at least at first. Okay, the denial can last longer than just at first.  Just when we think we have come to terms with everything, denial sneaks up on us, and we find ourselves facing the realities of our diseases yet again. 

One thing I have read about in studying fibromyalgia, my main diagnosis, is that loud music and other stimuli can trigger a flare. One of my jobs on medical leave has been to figure out my triggers and learn how to manage my disease better.  I thought I had figured out most of them, and then I went to my daughter's high school band concert tonight.  I love band, and I love her concerts.  I was in band all through school, and I love watching her get better every year.  Tonight, though, for the first time, I reacted to the music and had a fibro flare. 

It felt like the music was hitting me in waves.  Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and then my muscles tightened up.  I couldn't leave in the middle of the piece without crawling over people, and I wasn't sure I could even stand up at that point.  I sat there and used every pain control method that has ever worked on me and prayed for the piece to end faster.  I managed to get through without entirely breaking down and crying from the pain, but this flare up has yet to calm down in the hours since. 

It all started with denial.  I was up all night in the emergency room with my fiance, sitting in a chair that got progressively harder to sit in as the hours passed.  Then, after a bit of a nap upon getting home, my daughter needed to get picked up from school due to illness.  (Yeah, it's been one of those springs for our family.)  Errands for meds and provisions were followed by the concert.  I was in denial of classic triggers for fibromyalgia: doing too much and getting overstimulated.  I had to be the good mom, the good fiance, and I was in denial about my limits and fibromyalgia reality. 

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Posted by on in General

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Today was the day that it finally happened.

The day that I decided to start calling myself an artist.

No longer will I be a hit-counter, comment-collector or praise-seeker.

I have been all three. And I can't deny that they feel good. It is nice to know that people read what I spend much time crafting. It feels good to receive comments demonstrating that readers connect with what I am writing. And receiving praise always gives me a warm fuzzy inside.

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