Short post tonight – still working on that weekend “to do” list.
Today we hosted an impromptu breakfast for the kids and grandkids. It was unplanned and wonderful. My husband called me from work yesterday and told me to see if the kids were available for breakfast today. The stars aligned, and they were free (all except my son-in-law who works on Sunday).
The table was full of food, and the chairs around the table were full of love. Besides having a delicious breakfast there were toys scattered all over the family room floor, laughing and giggling, pillow fights, music making, airplane glider flying, and a granddaughter reading to me!
This certainly wasn’t on my “to do” list but it will be on my “must do” list from now on. It has been too long since we all got together, and the grandkids had a chance to play together.
Breakfast was a unplanned part of my day, but it was the best part!
February was a really rough month for me. I had my last wisdom tooth extracted at the beginning of the month, and long story short, I had some complications. I feel like I lost the whole month to dentist visits and pain.
Now that the first week of March is almost over and we are going to lose an hour tonight, I am feeling a little overwhelmed and weighed down by things that did not get done in February. Last night I decided to give myself the weekend off from anything that was on my calendar, and take control of these two days instead.
What’s on my list you ask?
get my taxes completed
finish my grading – papers and tests
catch up on laundry
go through this week’s mail
outline some new writing projects
write some thank you notes
tackle some clutter
finish overdue birthday pages for my grandkids
spend some time reading my book club book
Now some of these tasks are more pleasing than others, so I am going to play my usual game – grade a set of tests – read a chapter of my book – go through the mail – read a chapter of my book and so on and so on until I get to cross everything off my list.
I am not delusional; I may not get everything checked off, but it is worth the try. My goal is to get as much that is weighing me down off my shoulders as I possible can and wake up on Monday morning and fly. What will help you to fly?
We are all actors playing different roles in different phases of our life. But we must try to play each role to perfection.
thetimepass.com
Today my 7th graders were working on identifying prepositions, conjunctions, and interjections. Although I don’t remember the exact sentence, one of the students identified the word “for” as a conjunction, however in this particular case it was being used as a preposition. As a way to try and get them to understand that we identify words by how they function in a sentence as opposed to the word itself, I used a student as an example. I explained that Timmy was their classmate, but he was also a son, a brother, a nephew, a grandchild etc. That got me thinking about some of the different roles I play in my life.
I am a daughter – who made my parents proud by following the values and principles they set forth for my siblings and me through their words and how they lived their lives (most of the time). A daughter who did her best to take care of each of them as they aged – Dad till 67 – Mom till 90.
I am a spouse – who married her high school sweetheart and has been just in love ever since. (I never tire of telling our story.)
I am a mom – who loves her daughter and son to death. A mom they have made so proud by being good humans who weren’t afraid (well maybe just a little) to work hard and pursue their dreams and start families of their own.
I am a mother-in-law – who thanks God every day that her children have found such wonderful partners who love them like Chuck and I love each other and who make them perfect pairs.
I am a Nona – who loves her four grandchildren more than life itself – whose heart grew with each birth and continues to grow with each little smile and hug.
I am all of these people and more – a sister, a sister-in-law, a niece, an aunt, a teacher, a neighbor, a colleague, a friend, a Catholic, a musician, a writer. Maybe I will explore some of those roles in a later post. What roles do you play in life?
I was having a tough time choosing a topic for today. I searched writing prompts and came across this one: write a letter to your 14 year old self. So here goes….
Dear Rita,
I know that being a high school freshman is not the easiest place to be because it is both exciting and petrifying at the same time. I want to let you know that you should not be apprehensive; life won’t always be easy, but it will be good.
Next year you will meet the boy of your dreams, and he will be your date at the Soph Hop and the Junior and Senior Proms. He will be your forever date. He will be with you when you play in the All-City Orchestra at the Academy of Music and as you make your way to college to study music and become a music teacher.
You will get married, buy a house, and have two children. You will make some great decisions, and some not so great ones, but you will figure it out. You will weather loss of jobs, loss of friends, and loss of a couple of things you will forever miss (high school ring, Mom’s cross). Yet, you will be blessed in so many ways.
You will remain close to your siblings, and they will become your angels on earth who you can always depend on to come through in a pinch. But don’t worry – Sunday will still be “Pick on Rita Day!”
You will become a music teacher and share your love with countless children and eventually return to your love of writing. Being a teacher was who you were meant to be. You will travel a little, but your favorite place to be will be at home with your family gathered around the dinner table.
You will face your share of challenges, but you will always find a way to move forward, survive, and thrive. You will be OK – more than OK. Try not to worry so much over things you can’t control, but it is not an easy habit to break.
Enjoy every moment of every day because life flies by. It will seem to go faster as you grow older. You will look back and laugh at the bell-bottom jeans, fly – eye large glasses, and oh those hair styles!
Each of your experiences will be mold you into a woman of character, kindness, and compassion. And you will have the cutest grandchildren on the face of the earth!
No one is perfect – that’s why pencils have erasers.
Wolfgang Riebe
What would you erase from your life if you had a magic eraser? I started thinking about this after getting the above quote as a text message from an inspirational app.
I would love to erase 50 – 75 pounds! I would erase the negative talk that sometimes plays in my head, and of course my credit card debt. Away would go the clutter lurking in my closets and spare rooms, junk mail, and robocalls. What next? Gone would be alarm clocks, loading the dishwasher, and grading papers. Wow, this is fun! What about you? Will it be your noisy neighbor or data overages on your cell phone?
As much as I really would like to get rid of some of these things and have a clean slate, life isn’t perfect. If it were, what lessons would we learn? What experiences would we miss? Because I know I am far from perfect, I am glad that each night I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes I get to erase the stress of the day and start over in the morning…after hitting the snooze button a couple of times!
Sometimes saying “I love you” is more than those three little words. This August, I will be married 40 years, and come December my husband I will have been together 47 years. We were high school sweethearts who have spent nearly five decades of learning, and laughing, and loving this life we have created. What I have learned over these many years is that “I love you” in many unstated ways.
Here are some of the ways my husband tells me he loves me without uttering those three little words.
shopping for groceries
cooking dinner every night
filling my car with gas each week
making sure the doors are locked at night
calling me on his break at work
doing laundry
sharing our favorite stories over and over
always supporting my dreams
being my biggest cheerleader
telling me to have a good day every morning
telling me to be careful when I go out
I am sure that there are many more that aren’t coming to mind right now. I always say that I am not high maintenance, but I am treated like a princess, and I definitely married a prince.
My favorite sport is baseball, and there is nothing better than counting down to opening day. I really can’t wait until my beloved Phillies take the field, and I am listening to the crack of the bat. But until then I am making a point to watch basketball with my husband. I figure since there are only the two of us living in our home, we shouldn’t always be watching different TV programs in different rooms.
It is not like I hate basketball; its just not my favorite, but Chuck is my favorite person to spend time with. Watching the Sixers or college games together gives us another layer of things to add to our conversations.
What have we been discussing?
Why is Joel Embiid shushing the crowd?
Why can’t the 76ers win on the road?
Why do professional athletes complain when the crowd boos? Aren’t they being paid to perform?
Why can’t Ben Simmons and Joel Embiid get along and “blend?”
Now the answers to these questions are not going to solve world problems, but we like to compare our answers with the sports pundits. Being totally truthful – sometimes one or both of us falls asleep during the game, and we watch the highlights later! Togetherness.
Today is the start of “Slice of Life 2020.” This blogging challenge is sponsored by twowritingteachers.com and is in its 13th year. It was this challenge that inspired me to finally start my blog. I had been seeing writing colleagues’ posts and so wanted to be a part of the excitement. I finally mustered up enough courage to begin my blog, “Practicing What I Teach,” and join in the fun. This is my fifth year participating in the challenge.
For those of you who may not know, the challenge is to write and post on my blog everyday in the month of March; then upload my post to twowritingteachers.com and comment on at least three other posts. Some days the writing comes easy; other days it is a struggle, but I have successfully completed the challenge the past four years, so I am hoping I can do it again this year.
I am so grateful to the other participants of this challenge for their inspiration. As I read and comment on various posts each day, I find so many ideas for things to write about. I get a chance to see glimpses of the world through the eyes of others and gain a new perspective. The words of encouragement I receive from other writers always reminds me of what I should and hopefully am doing for my students as well as my writing communities.
Even though I am a little apprehensive beginning this challenge, I know that I will become a better writer, responder, and teacher because of it. Let the March blogging begin!
The bass, no matter what kind of music you are playing, it just enhances the sound and makes everything sound more beautiful and full. When the bass stops, the bottom kind of drops out of everything.
Charlie Haden
Dear String Bass,
You weren’t my first love; that was the piano, but you quickly became my forever love.
I met you in the 9th grade as a blind date because I was expecting the cello – the instrument I had requested. I was destined for another; I was destined for you.
As a shy teenager, you made me stand out. It was scary at first, but as I supported you on my leg, you supported me In ways beyond my imagination.
You helped me grow as a musician, as a person, as myself.
We spent so many hours together practicing in the basement of the music wing. I would play my scales and pieces over and over until there were calluses on my fingers, and my arm tired of pulling the bow across the strings.
I wanted to be good, but you called me to be better. I became section leader, and you gave me the courage to audtion for All-City Orchestra, You came with me to The Academy of Music, and as the curtain went up and I played those first notes with the string ensemble you calmed my nerves with the familiar feel of your strong strings and your melodious deep voice. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
You came with me to college as I started my studies to become a music teacher. Then we ventured into the world of parish music ministry. We played for Sunday Mass, wedding, funerals, and other special occasions.
We had a good run.
You gave me over 30 years of your steadfast presence and so many musical memories. Then it became harder for me to make you sing. Arthritis and other ailments made it difficult – difficult to stand and support you – difficult to hold down your thick strings – difficult to carry you from place to place.
But that’s OK. I’m ready to let you go. I want you to know that I will always be grateful for the world you opened up to me – for teaching me to love Bach, & Hayden Handel & Mozart.
Maybe it’s time for me to really let you go – to free you from your place next to the piano – to pass you to the next musician who can give life to your voice once more.
Love you always, Rita
This poem was inspired by “Dear Basketball” by Kobe Bryant. I was reminded of his poem while participating in the 5-Day Poetry Challenge on ethicalela.com