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At the beginning of the school year, I was among the privileged few, allowed to walk into the classroom.
In the mornings, when I walked my son to school, we'd see parents dropping off their kids from their cars. But my son wasn't interested in that. He wanted me to park, to walk with him into the school, into the classroom. We held hands. He waved a sleepy goodbye.
By the beginning of the second semester, things had changed a bit. I still parked, but I had been relegated to the…Continue
Added by Diane Majeske on March 31, 2011 at 11:16pm — No Comments
The light had barely changed from red to green when the lady in the car behind me laid on her horn. I wasn't daydreaming. I hadn't hesitated. I literally had just started shifting my foot from the brake to the accelerator. I was a little shaken.
Standing in the work cafeteria line, waiting to pay a bag of chips, I heard the man in front of me - the one wearing the $200 suit - let out a huge, wet-sounding belch. He glanced back at me and shrugged. No "sorry." No "excuse me." Nothing. I…Continue
Added by Diane Majeske on March 27, 2011 at 5:07pm — No Comments
It's not always easy to hold the attention of 30 second graders trapped in a classroom on a sunny, almost-warm Michigan morning. Unless you have a secret weapon. Unless you have ... DRYER LINT!!!
I was talking about art to the kids in my son's classroom and telling about artists who made creations from modern-day things.
I'd told about Stan Munro, who re-created incredible architectural classics from around the world out of toothpicks. I'd discussed Jason…Continue
Added by Diane Majeske on March 19, 2011 at 6:21pm — No Comments
My son picked up a box on the couch, looked at the cover and then looked at me.
"Mom, what's 'House'?" he asked, holding up a DVD set of the TV show "House" I had just borrowed from my brother.
"House is the last name of a doctor," I told him. "He works in a hospital with sick people."
My son looked vaguely alarmed. So I decided to calm him down by using a term his second-grade class had just learned.
"But the show is fiction," I emphasized. "House isn't…Continue
Added by Diane Majeske on March 15, 2011 at 11:30pm — No Comments
Once a month, our family attends a little program at our church that's designed to help us understand the Bible. Now, before that sounds too heavy, let me add that the program usually includes skits, dinner and a lot of giggling from our table.
This month, one of the exercises for the kids was to write something from the heart. I asked my 12-year-old daughter if I could share what she wrote, and she said yes. Here it is:
"Dear to whoever is reading this, be grateful.
Added by Diane Majeske on March 14, 2011 at 7:30pm — No Comments
My daughter was sitting in the back seat of the car, very excited about her new phone and not at all interested in what I was saying.
"Just a second, mom," she told me, looking up distractedly. "I'm texting my peeps."
What? Who IS this kid? Who is this kid who is teaching me how to upload videos to YouTube? Who already has an online art portfolio? Who texts with her thumbs almost as fast as I type on home row?
She's 12. I think when I was 12, I was reading…Continue
As I write this, my son and daughter are playing downstairs. I don't know what they're doing, exactly, but there's a lot of thumping and bumping and they're laughing like crazy. Just listening to them is making me laugh.
My daughter is 12; my son 8. I know lot of parents who have trouble with their kids fighting at this age. After all, Katie is a tween, and Sean isn't too fond of girls his age. But I'm lucky. Since the day Sean was born, Katie has always taken care of him. And he has…Continue
Added by Diane Majeske on March 5, 2011 at 12:09pm — No Comments
I'm cleaning out my e-mail listings this week. Ruthlessly. I just can't take it anymore. I've been over pitched. Stop trying to sell me stuff. Just stop.
Goodbye, motivational coaches, whose weekly posts are thinly disguised ads for your services, self-promotions, and heaven help me - your cruises. No offense, but if I go on a cruise, I want champagne and roses - not whine and cheese.
So long, self-help gurus, who send weekly dollops of advice sandwiched between…Continue
Added by Diane Majeske on March 3, 2011 at 11:32pm — No Comments