On Monday, this photo came flying in like a blast from the past. My friend Courtney was apparently archiving some old photos to digital format and paused long enough to send me on this trip down memory lane. It’s funny how photos remind you of moments you’d likely never think of again, but as soon as I saw it, I remember that night like it was yesterday. . It was Halloween 2007 and we were (OBVIOUSLY) expecting Oaks to arrive any day. Outside of the fact that our little golfer doesn’t look very happy to be there, we were doing pretty good. How crazy is it that I remember that one of my biggest challenges at that time was blow drying my hair? (Oh, how life has changed!) It was exhausting. My arms were already tired from carrying that 15 month old chunky monkey around and by the time I finished, my …
We hadn’t been home from school five minutes, when I looked up from the kitchen to find this scene. (There was surely a choir of cherubs singing above) I hesitated to say a word, in fear it would mess up their groove, but I couldn’t help myself.
This moment needed to be recognized.
They had their water bottles, binders, and pencils, and they were focused on their homework like I’ve never seen. I don’t know if it was the solar eclipse, their growing maturity (fingers crossed!) or just Monday afternoon energy. Whatever it was, I was happy to take it and hope it would last all year-long. But my little hope balloon busted on the announcement that it was time to load the car to go to tutoring.
Instantly, the ambiance went from light and airy to thick, with moans and drudgery.
Even though it’s our Monday – Wednesday – Friday routine, it …
Last night I watched this clip from 1969 of Mr. Rogers defending public broadcasting at a Senate hearing. He was advocating for government funding of shows, like his, that encouraged and inspired children to be kind, generous and always growing on the inside. He specifically renounced the violence of the cartoons that were being fed to children depicting angry characters hitting each other over the head with pots and pans, rather than controlling their reactions. Citing his grave concern for our lack of teaching kids “the good feeling of control”, he asked to share the words to one of the songs he wrote to give children a tool in the middle of their heated moments of anger.
What do you do with the mad that you feel?
What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world …