Ahhhhh, what WILL this day bring? Ever wake up wondering that? I do quite regularly. It doesn't seem to change the day necessarily or the fact that I hate mornings---well, let me rephrase that. I hate having to wake up to the alarm clock. I don't mind mornings for the most part, if I can wake up on my own terms. It's that whole having to open your eyes at the moment you weren't ready to that poses the problem. Yet, every morning as my eyes slowly creep to focus on the day, I ask, "What do you hold for me today, God?" This is usually followed by, "Please help me be the teacher and mom you want me to be, not the one that causes therapy to any of the kiddos." And then, the day kicks into third gear and off we go into our worlds. Not a very spiritual beginning, yet it's the beginning. Having a coffee pot now helps.
Today as my eyes decided to pop open at 4:45, I realized this is not the day to wake up extra early because it's our first night of conferences. For those of you non-teachers, it simply means you get to go to school (or HAVE to depending on your view) to see how your cherub is doing in his/her daily life at school. For teachers it means a 12 hour day at school spent not only teaching most of it, but then in conference mode the rest of it. Conferences usually go well for me, albeit I miss my girls by the end of the three nights of late work. But there still remains the unknown of conferences. There seems to be that one parent or two who happens to catch the team off guard. Last year at this time I had H1N1 so I missed the first set of conferences and missed a few wild interchanges with parents. The interchanges didn't occur between teacher and parent, but between parent and child. Yelling, name calling, tears...sums it up. There were a few psycho parents as I call them. The ones who won't stop talking or won't stop implying that there is a problem with you as the teacher and not with their child who has a 40% in your class. But for the most part, the parents are quite supportive and appear to be somewhat interested. Somewhat. I get that now that I'm a parent and sit on the other side of the conference table. I'm somewhat interested in my child's progress in school mainly because I talk to her regularly about her progress so what happens at conferences doesn't surprise me or tell me much new. But again, every family is different as are most kids, although middle school kids tend to have a pretty similar mold they fit into at this point in life.
Little and Big Princesses are both doing well. Big Princess is dealing with life as an 8 year old girl. Drama. Continuously. And some of it breaks my heart into pieces. Like when her "best friend" got mad at her (and she can't really figure out why and she is sincere in this thinking) and made a poster that said on the front, "Mom" and on the back, "I don't think J is the friend for me." So she made this to give to her mom. She wouldn't talk to Big Princess for most of the day, but ended up making this during after school care time. So, Big P was devastated. Until one of their mutual friends stepped in and fixed it. I asked, "How did she fix it?" She replied, "She said something that made K laugh and when K laughs, it makes me laugh and then she talked to me again." Kids. Although, it would be nice to be able to work through some adult drama simply by being able to make the other person laugh and then boom, it's over. Again, I encouraged Big P to make more friends, different friends, boy and girl friends, kids who don't appear to have many to play with friends and so on. Not sure what she'll do with it, but frankly, I'm sick of the popular little girls who at age 8 are running the classroom already.
Little Princess is starting to put sentences together and most of the time I can understand her. She discovered candy. Well, she knew what candy was, but has discovered that there are MANY kinds that she can fall in love with. She loves music and it's so darn cute to hear her humming along with songs all the time. I'm wondering if this will pan out into a singer....I so want a singer in my family to sing along with their good old mom...but Big P doesn't like to sing along. She's a good singer though and her music teacher gushed over her, but I think mostly they gush because she behaves. Little P has an amazing sense of humor which causes me to belly laugh daily, but also causes a slight fear and trepidation to enter my mind as I see her in middle school.......speaking of which, better get on it and start my 13 hour day.....
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