I must admit I didn't do that well documenting the progress of the day...I took photos and notes...but my photos don't really reflect my day.
I'm not gonna beat myself up about it - I am just going to learn from it, and realize that I'm doing a pretty good job with this committment.
When I type this stuff out, sometimes it feels lame - I'm like "Who would want to read this?" and then I think about the fact that I *love* peeking into other people's lives..their tidbits ARE fun...so maybe just maybe somebody finds mine interesting.
But in the end that doesn't even matter does it? Its for me. Its my life. Its for when I'm gone.
Um...no explanation here. Its 9:03 am.
Super Mario World on the Wii. Me & Bing. Waiting on Daddy to come home from work so that I could help in Julian's classroom. (this was immediately before I had the breakdown that Sean had to work an extra 2 hours - and wasn't going to be home until 1, when I was supposed to be at the school at 1130. Which completely sent me into this "I am a woman who honors her committments and doesn't let her child down" frenzy.
Sign in Jude's classroom. Shouldn't we all have a sign like this in our homes?
Grading papers. This was my ultimate childhood dream. I would have my stuffed animals sitting in chairs with boxes turned upside down for their desks. I would make copies of my own schoolwork for them @ my dad's office, fill them out, and then grade them with a red pen - and use stickers. And look at me would ya? Living my dream by grading papers in Jude's class.
I know I have a cool kid. A good kid. A polite kid. An artistic kid. A beautiful kid. A thoughtful kid. I KNOW. Believe me I do. But I don't realize the magnitude until I see him in a class - with others. The way he interacts with them, the way he helps. Its like all the hard work, the tears, the joy - it all is worth it when you see it being used. When I was grading the above papers - she gave me an example of a child with a 100%. All four stacks had Julian's paper on top to use as the example. She didn't do that on purpose, she didn't find his from the stacks - and put it on top...it was an awesome feeling for me as a mom. It was.
So...I explained to him how proud I was of him - and we took a surprise trip to Target - and he got a toy and a bag of mixed Jelly Bellies.