Monday, January 24, 2011
Birthdays and the American Dream
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Change
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Meet the Folks
So last weekend, Dan met Mom and Dad. So, let me preface this entire post by saying I love you Mom! (yes, Dad, you too) Ok, so, I love my parents, but for anyone that knows Mom, she can be a bit of a challenge to introduce the new boy to (yes, Mom, you are). She is wonderful, giving, cares about anyone and everyone, and she loves her tea. But, Mom (how to say this delicately) well, just says it like it is. I don't know think she knows what filters are (do you, Mom?). I recall back in high school when I wanted to go out on a date, and she told the guy he had to read the entire book of John before he could take me out. So, that didn't happen (which, of course was her intention. Or, maybe it was to convert him. I can see her chuckling right now, and saying, while chuckling No! He wasn't good enough for you). So on Saturday, Dan met the folks, and I think it went as well as it possibly could go. We sat and had some tea and curry, sitting around the little white table in the kitchen I had grown up in. My Mom asked him questions about his family and how he was raised, about his beliefs and he answered them honestly and as best he could. I sat there intently trying to not "save" him and not be embarrassed at the same time. It was challenging, my emotions went back and forth so rapidly. (Mom, don't ask... no... You don't have to answer that... no.... oh....). But as I sat there wide eyed and mute, they seemed to just be engaging in conversation. So, overall, it seemed to go well, up until the very end when (Ok Mom, I know you meant well, but really?) my Mom took his hands and looked him dead in the eyes and said "I just have to ask you, are you playing the field? Or, are you serious about my daughter?" He was very polite and said,"I am serious about your daughter." But, of course, this was before I could jump in. Ok, so a little much. But, all in all, a good meet and greet, as far as meet and greets with my Mom go. So, what is the point of this rambling you may ask? This pattern over the years has been emerging in which the time it takes someone I am dating to meet the folks gets longer and longer, and I wonder why? My Mom is never going to change, and really do I want her to? No, of course not! (except maybe the playing the field comment) That night as we were leaving and we were "debriefing" I asked Dan how he thought it went and we laughed about the playing the field comment. He just said, "it is obvious that she just cares deeply about you and doesn't want you to get hurt, that's all. If I was playing the field, I wouldn't even be here." He made me realize also that who the guy is makes all the difference in the world. [Of course my mom asked if you were playing the field! She loves me! It takes someone that truly sees the big picture to see the love in a somewhat hilarious comment.] So, what it comes down to is that I think my family represents so much of who I am, my past, my present, my future. They know the true me, my core being. I think that when we let others into that core circle, we are exposing more of ourselves. That is what is scary. And that is what I run away from. And meet the folks, in many ways, becomes, meet me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The First Day of School
The first day of school is always unnerving. It doesn't matter if you are a teacher or a student, if you are young or old. It makes you feel a bit like a child again. The nerves, the anxiety. But, is being a child really all that bad? I have been in school for 32 years now (wow, really?) and I still get nervous. I still lie awake the night before, and I still can never figure out if it is lie or lay, no matter how many times it is explained to me. I rehash what I am going to say (even though in reality I could do it in my sleep). Why do I psych myself out? I really think it has to do with two things: acceptance and the unknown. As much as we as teachers say it doesn't matter if kids like us, it does. I don't want them to be my friends, but I care that they like me as a person and think that I am a good teacher. We all place value in what others think to a degree. Not like I used to when I was younger, but to the extent that my feelings get hurt, sure. I think perhaps it is a bit of a learning curve; as teens we succumb to the pressures because we have no boundaries. Then we start building those boundaries, and sometimes never stop; they become these walls that then take years of therapy to tear down. So to have that childlike acceptance of others might not be such a bad thing in this world full of judgment and walls. The other thing that scares me about the first day is the unknown. What could happen? Yes! What COULD happen? As adults, we always seem to have a negative spin on our answer to this question. As a child, the answer is always magical. So, I hope as I get ready for my second day of school I can find a heart of acceptance for my students and the magic in the potential.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Who Are You?
This always reminds me of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland or some deep contemplative question that might take a lifetime to answer. Ok, it also reminds me of the theme song for CSI, but somehow that doesn't seem as profound as Alice in Wonderland, go figure.
I am currently dating this guy Dan. I was very tempted at first to call him Habib (only a few of my friends would get this, but it was an attempt at anonymity, odd as it may seem). Regardless, I will call him Dan, because, well, his name is Dan, and somehow, that is almost more vague than Habib, and really, who cares because I really like him. I am not really going to talk much about the specifics of him right now (as much as my mother who I am sure is reading this would like) other than to say he is an amazing guy and nothing like a guy I would have "expected". I think for many years I have put guys in a box: student, finance, construction, medical, engineer, lawyer (notice how they are all labeled by their professions-but we do that don't we?). I have given them nicknames based on their attire or where I met them, but funny thing is, my friends always knew I really liked them when I called them by their name and not a nickname or a label. How many lists have I had in the past for what I wanted? Too many. I wanted them to be fit or I wanted them to be a surfer or I wanted them to have married parents or I wanted them to never have been married or I wanted them to not have kids or I wanted them to have traveled or I wanted them to... (you get the idea). I had these "wants" for various reasons and these reasons were all rational in their time. All of these continued to pose the question: who are you amazing, magnificent, man of my dreams? However, I am starting to think that what is most important is not a list of things I can check off, but instead a person who instead of making it about "him" is making it about "us". I think the checklist is about upping the odds. But really, what about the lottery? As Dan told me last night, someone has to win it! Why not us? (I'm hoping he doesn't cringe when I used his quote in this context) So: summary. I used to think it was about the things that someone did, the things you could check off a list. Now I think it is who they are, and who they are to you.
I am currently dating this guy Dan. I was very tempted at first to call him Habib (only a few of my friends would get this, but it was an attempt at anonymity, odd as it may seem). Regardless, I will call him Dan, because, well, his name is Dan, and somehow, that is almost more vague than Habib, and really, who cares because I really like him. I am not really going to talk much about the specifics of him right now (as much as my mother who I am sure is reading this would like) other than to say he is an amazing guy and nothing like a guy I would have "expected". I think for many years I have put guys in a box: student, finance, construction, medical, engineer, lawyer (notice how they are all labeled by their professions-but we do that don't we?). I have given them nicknames based on their attire or where I met them, but funny thing is, my friends always knew I really liked them when I called them by their name and not a nickname or a label. How many lists have I had in the past for what I wanted? Too many. I wanted them to be fit or I wanted them to be a surfer or I wanted them to have married parents or I wanted them to never have been married or I wanted them to not have kids or I wanted them to have traveled or I wanted them to... (you get the idea). I had these "wants" for various reasons and these reasons were all rational in their time. All of these continued to pose the question: who are you amazing, magnificent, man of my dreams? However, I am starting to think that what is most important is not a list of things I can check off, but instead a person who instead of making it about "him" is making it about "us". I think the checklist is about upping the odds. But really, what about the lottery? As Dan told me last night, someone has to win it! Why not us? (I'm hoping he doesn't cringe when I used his quote in this context) So: summary. I used to think it was about the things that someone did, the things you could check off a list. Now I think it is who they are, and who they are to you.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Day One
Today is the first day back at work after Christmas vacation. And, yes, according to my mother, it is Christmas vacation and not Winter break. I'm pretty sure she might have even gone to court or something over this when we were little. Or maybe that was about saying Bethlehem in the school musical. Regardless, this gives you a glimpse of my mother...ambitious. Anyway, the first day of the new year living in reality of the duldrums of wake up, go to work, go home, eat, work, shower, sleep. In the midst of this, well, actually, in the middle of one of my too long meetings today I found myself coming up with list of cliche resolutions. I found myself looking on my phone (yes, in the meeting, yes, bad teacher) for the 365 project...you know, a pic a day. I added this to my list of drink more water, eat more veggies, lose 15 pounds, run a half marathon. As you can see, I am ambitious, sound familiar? I long ago gave up on adding the find a husband. Somehow, adding that to the list every damn year would make me more and more of a failure; instead, in the past I have said things like date more, or make new friends, or fire old friends that are lame. Or join a dating website, or don't be so picky. Or, be MORE picky. So, you see, I have tried almost everything. So, when people say, "when the time is right, you'll meet him". Or "When you quit looking, he'll drop into your lap". Or, "He is out there, maybe you haven't______". Or "You know, the longer you wait to have kids, the harder it gets." I'm sure by now you are cringing, so I'll just stop. Because it makes me want to do far more than cringe. But, welcome to my life, my world. Last year was one of the worst years I have EVER had when it comes to the afore mentioned cliches, so you can imagine my joy when last year closed it's doors and I am welcoming 2011 with open arms. On my list this year is absolutely nothing to do with dating or with men in general, but instead, just me. So, when my sister told me she thought I was a good writer, which I am still not convinced of, I thought, why not hone those skills? Hence, day one. I originally wanted to call it "you have to kiss a lot of frogs", because well, honestly, I have, and I have a lot of good stories. But, she is right, it should be more about me and the frogs makes it more about them. After all, it is all about saving the princess.
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