Dear 3rd Grade Teacher – I blame my grandmother.

Dear 3rd Grade Teacher,

I am quite aware that my son arrived at your class today with a bag of bones in his backpack.  He said you were studying the skeletal system this week and that the bones would be an excellent addition to the classroom experience.

If you must know, the smaller bones are fish bones, probably gar. The larger bones are from a feral pig.

I blame my grandmother. And quite possibly Mrs K, my 9th grade biology teacher. And also my mom. And maybe Mrs B, the kindergarten teacher down the hall. This particular set of bones was my mom’s idea. She was laughing right up to the moment I threatened to turn the bones into a wind chime and give them to her for Christmas. [Read more…]

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Of Grace and Strangers

My kids make me laugh and cry with equal regularity. They say crazy stuff that just leaves me scratching my head and wondering how on earth I’m supposed to react.. Today, it’s about grace and strangers.

Not long ago, I was disciplining my son for repeatedly not listening to me or responding to my request. When I’m driving, I can’t physically reach over and get his attention. I’m faced with one of three choices – throw something at him (not safe), pull over (wasn’t an option), or YELL HIS NAME REALLY LOUD.

Right or wrong (probably wrong), I went for option three. Once I had his attention, I repeated my request. [Read more…]

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