Thursday, September 1, 2016

 New School Year
Every year brings new promise and new discoveries. The children in my class have many lessons to teach me and I'm ready. It is an exhausting and emotionally draining occupation at times but it is one that has brought me a great deal of joy in my life. 

One of the greatest benefits of being around as long as I have is the opportunities I get to pass on what I have learned and share my views. I have been so fortunate to have met so many wonderful people on my path as a teacher. Many of them are dear friends who remind me all the time that there is always more to learn.

The longer I stay the less I judge, the less I judge the happier I feel, the happier I feel the more I learn.  A simple phrase, a little reminder, that we are all learning as we go.....

The link below is to a wonderful site that I discovered many moons ago and a good friend brought to my attention again! Enjoy and may all my teacher friends have a year of learning and growth.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Soft Skills

Soft Skills: I had an interesting conversation with a prospective parent recently who teaches at a local college. She shared that she and her colleagues are constantly discussing “how underprepared kids are for…

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Our Creative Day: Rainbow Batik

Our Creative Day: Rainbow Batik: I saw this wonderful project at this great site Pink and Green Mama  (a favorite of mine)- as soon as I saw the project, I just had to try i...

Monday, June 30, 2014

The Nature of Things

Being surrounded this summer by the most amazing natural beauty I am reminded of Andy Goldsworthy's work and how effortlessly children are inspired by nature. This past school year our Environmental Education instructor made available materials that were collected from the school grounds. Using smooth rocks, cedar clippings, pinecones, twigs and seeds the children were invited to create a design of their own making. What came of it were some amazing mandalas and original creations that would have impressed Andy I am certain.
There are so many books and articles written impressing the importance of children having access to the outdoors; unstructured and open experiences.We all can think back to our own childhoods when most of our day was spent riding our bikes, walking in the woods, picking dandelions or lying on the grass for some serious cloud gazing.  I think how lucky the children who grow up in this green mountainous area with lakes and trails and waterfalls. I am mesmerized watching the little ones at the lake as they busy themselves collecting rocks, building with the sand and splashing in the and happy. I love to see the spontaneous collaboration that occurs with children who have never met before but instantly understand that there is important work to be done, creating, building and being.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

 Summer Joys

One of the things I look forward to the most during summer vacation is having the time and inspiration to cook, especially to cook for others. Let's face it, food is fun and in the summer you don't need much to make some magic. 
One of my most favorite food blogs is Their recipes never fail to satisfy and whoever does the photography is a genius. Each photo is a work of art. I am on  a major salad kick these days, primarily because it has been close to 100 degrees here in Albuquerque; but you don't need an excuse to make this delicious carrot salad......just do it!

Saturday, May 10, 2014


I have been ruminating on this subject for a few months now. I want to come clean and confess all that I need to in order for those of you who are mothers can understand a small part of what it feels like not to be one. Please note, this is not a sour grapes depressing revelation confession; just a here it is kind of confession. Maybe confession is too strong of a word. Possibly I just want to speak my truth. At any rate, here goes.
On a recent plane ride to California, I sat next to a young family.  Mom on one side of the aisle with a not so happy two year old and a somewhat agreeable 4 year old and Dad next to me with his electronic device. Mind you, it was an evening flight, in fact dinner time, and a packed airplane. Mom looked exhausted before she even began and Dad, well, he was completely involved in his game.I watched and listened as this young mother negotiated, consoled, comforted, distracted and practically jumped through hoops to manage these two boys( did I mention they were boys!!!!) all the while her partner was mildly attentive but mostly annoyed. The threat kept being, "if you don't stop pulling my hair you will have to sit with daddy". It was shocking to me that the children responded to that threat and would temporarily suspend the bad behavior. At one point in our journey the mother just handed over the two year old in complete frustration and he proceeded to wail. Finally the Dad managed to soothe him by plugging the youngster into the video game that was playing. Without sounding too judgmental or damning, I was simply amazed at the dynamic between mother and father. The complete sacrifice this mom made to attend to her children and not stop for a minute, I was exhausted for her.  
I wanted to smack Dad.
When we arrived home in California , we discovered that a Mourning Dove had made a nest right outside our side door entrance to the porch. She had used a fabric wreath as her base and had added some dry grass on top. She was sitting patiently and diligently on her three eggs and only moved if we disturbed her. Again I was struck by the extreme sacrifice. I wanted to help the Dove and the mother on the plane. I wanted to let them know that that I wanted to take their place, be the support, let them have some relief. I knew that would never happen. A mother has a supreme standing in the life of their offspring. Others can only stand by and silently wish them peace.
On return from California, I celebrated my 60th birthday. Somehow I believed that these occurrences were somehow connected. The airplane trip, the dove and my birthday. A reminder to me that my next grieving is that I am not a grandmother. I thought how cruel to have finally gotten to some place of acceptance in my motherless role in life only to find myself in the category of  no grandchildren.Just when you think you've obtain some level of understanding, it begins again.
I realize it is no mistake that I am a teacher of young children. My "mothering" took on a different path and so I found my calling in guiding children in a another way. I am not sad and I am not feeling sorry for myself. I do however have a empty place in my heart. A place that will never be filled. I want all my mother friends to know how much I love and admire you and your children. When you celebrate them, I celebrate them. When you are suffering because of your children's pain, I suffer too. I love hearing every story, seeing every picture and  being apart of every life changing event. It has been a difficult journey coming to this place . I would have and did almost everything and anything to have children. It just wasn't in the cards. It is an odd position for a woman to be in. I did not choose not to have children, the choice was made for me by circumstance. So there it is, all that has been in my head for some time now. I hope my mother friends enjoy every moment of their special day, you deserve to be honored and cherished for the sacrifices you have made in order to be a mother.
Happy Mother's Day.