Don't we all have an inner desire to connect with other people-especially those at the same stages of life?
I know this has been a passion of mine ever since I can remember-
to connect with others-to know what they are passionate about-to know what makes them laugh-to know what makes them cry.
So, I have recently entered a "new stage," I guess you could say-mommy hood! I am loving it! I feel so incredibly blessed that I get to be a "stay-at-home" mom. So many people can't/don't want to do that these days, so I am so blessed to have this opportunity to.
I can see how a stay-at-home mom can become disconnected from the outside world, though. I can see how easy it might be to get caught up in the day-to-day activities of life, and taking care of your child. I'm not saying that that is wrong, but I think it can become all-consuming if you let it.
I know I fall victim to being "lukewarm" sometimes. Lukewarm about my lot in life, lukewarm about my relationships, lukewarm about what my purpose is, lukewarm about my spirituality. (this is the scariest of all!)
Thankfully I serve a God full of grace and mercy that drags me back from these times of being "lukewarm." I am at that point now. I don't want to become a "lukewarm" mother or wife. I want to live with purpose and passion to bring Glory to God in all that I do, in whatever I do.
Some days, that is choosing to have joy when I'm listening to my baby cry
Some days, that is choosing to have a positive attitude towards my husband when he comes home from work, even if I have had a long day
Some days, that is choosing to be intentional about building better relationships
Some days, that is choosing to spend time with the Lord first, before the list of chores
Some days, that is spending time just "being" with my daughter, leaving my "to-do" list for a later time
It has been on my heart for some time now to be a part of a Mom's group. To connect with other moms in a relaxed setting. To connect with other women about real, every day life. To connect with other women's children.
So many ideas are running through my head, so I have decided to do something about it. With the Lord's help, I hope to start:
Mom's Morning Out!
My vision: To be intentional about building relationships with other women and children!
My mission: To reach the mom's of the Palouse area. To provide opportunities for mom's to connect with other mom's. To provide places for mom's to bring their children to connect with other children. To learn the hearts of these moms!
So, we set out on this adventure. This Tuesday, February 1st at 10:00am, at the McDonald's (by Arby's in Pullman), we will meet for the first time. I want to hear their thoughts. I want to hear what they want to get out of this. I want to see what might come of this time of fellowship.
So, if you have kids-come-bring them. Take a giant leap of faith, and share this with someone you know that might need/want to be a part of something like this.
Together, we can encourage each other and work at changing the world, one little heartbeat at a time!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Life Lessons Learned from my Grandpa
I spent the entire afternoon in my Grandpa Morgan's (dad's dad) hospital room. He developed a very severe case of pneumonia last week, and has been in the hospital ever since. Mind you, this is no ordinary man. He may be 79, but he acts like he's 59! He has a passion for working with his hands to restore the old and build the new. So this caught us all by surprise.
I will admit. I am not used to seeing him so weak. I know there will come a day when I have to say goodbye on this side of eternity, and I think that reality set in this week.
As Kayla and I spent the afternoon with him, I was reminded again how much we have to learn from our older generations if we will only take the time.
* You are never too old to learn something new. May I always keep this mindset!
* Humility is something we all need a dose of from time to time.
* Never pass up the opportunity to share what Christ has done in your life with those around you-even in your darkest hours.
* You may not always have the right words, but you can always be available.
* We have so much, and take it for granted too often
* Prayer is more powerful than we think
* It takes three to make a marriage last (one should know that's been married 60 years): you, your carefully chosen one, and the Lord
* Tears are NOT a sign of weakness
* It takes more strength to receive kindness and help than it does to give it
* Everyone deserves a second chance and a healthy dose of respect
* Life is too short to live in any other way but to cherish each day that has been given to us
* I have an incredible, incredible family heritage-and this is only by God's GRACE
I also experienced something incredible today.
My Grandpa Miller (my mom's dad), came to visit Grandpa Morgan. He didn't want to be a bother, but wanted to encourage Grandpa Morgan. So what did he do? He asked if he could pray with him. So there I sat, listening to one grandpa pray for another grandpa, and I saw a glimpse of heaven. Two men, who love the Lord with all their heart, who raised Godly children that found each other, and who have had children and grandchildren of their own that have chosen to follow the Lord. It brought tears to my eyes.
It is by God's grace that I am a part of that heritage. May it not stop with me, but may the Lord see to it that we continue to walk with Him to bring up the next generation in a Godly way.
Thank you Grandpa for these needed reminders today. We pray you continue to gain strength, so you can continue to serve our Lord! As you said today, "I'm not sure why I'm here, but I guess God's not finished with me yet!"
I will admit. I am not used to seeing him so weak. I know there will come a day when I have to say goodbye on this side of eternity, and I think that reality set in this week.
As Kayla and I spent the afternoon with him, I was reminded again how much we have to learn from our older generations if we will only take the time.
* You are never too old to learn something new. May I always keep this mindset!
* Humility is something we all need a dose of from time to time.
* Never pass up the opportunity to share what Christ has done in your life with those around you-even in your darkest hours.
* You may not always have the right words, but you can always be available.
* We have so much, and take it for granted too often
* Prayer is more powerful than we think
* It takes three to make a marriage last (one should know that's been married 60 years): you, your carefully chosen one, and the Lord
* Tears are NOT a sign of weakness
* It takes more strength to receive kindness and help than it does to give it
* Everyone deserves a second chance and a healthy dose of respect
* Life is too short to live in any other way but to cherish each day that has been given to us
* I have an incredible, incredible family heritage-and this is only by God's GRACE
I also experienced something incredible today.
My Grandpa Miller (my mom's dad), came to visit Grandpa Morgan. He didn't want to be a bother, but wanted to encourage Grandpa Morgan. So what did he do? He asked if he could pray with him. So there I sat, listening to one grandpa pray for another grandpa, and I saw a glimpse of heaven. Two men, who love the Lord with all their heart, who raised Godly children that found each other, and who have had children and grandchildren of their own that have chosen to follow the Lord. It brought tears to my eyes.
It is by God's grace that I am a part of that heritage. May it not stop with me, but may the Lord see to it that we continue to walk with Him to bring up the next generation in a Godly way.
Thank you Grandpa for these needed reminders today. We pray you continue to gain strength, so you can continue to serve our Lord! As you said today, "I'm not sure why I'm here, but I guess God's not finished with me yet!"
Saturday, January 22, 2011
A New Beginning
Hello blog world! I'm sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I have decided that I want to get back into sharing my thoughts, as I think it is medicine to my soul!
Kayla is almost 5 months now, and she fills our lives with so much love! It has been some of the most challenging 5 months, but also some of the most rewarding. She hasn't been an "easy" baby at all-in fact, quite the opposite! We have dealt with reflux, and with that has come quite a bit of uneasiness on her part. You could just tell she didn't feel good for so long. Then we were able to put her on some medication, which has helped! I think she is beginning to grow out of it, which we are thankful for. Her demeanor is just different-she seems so much happier!
She is a little me. Of which, I feel sorry for her! :) You can tell she has a "go, go, go" personality, which also presents it's challenges. Sleep, ah sleep. What's that?! She is not a great napper-I've tried all the tricks of the trade, and I have come to realize that she is one of those babies that doesn't want to miss out on anything, and doesn't require as much sleep. So, we just tackle each day as it comes!
I keep reminding myself how thankful I am for my time on bed rest-I knew I was storing up for the future. So I'm trying to tap into that reserve right now!
So many joys come with being a mom, and I feel so incredibly grateful that God has entrusted us to care for Kayla.
Grace has a whole new meaning in my life now.
It is because of his Grace that we live and breath and have life.
It is because of his Grace that I have an incredible husband who is very supportive and loving.
It is because of his Grace that we have a beautiful and healthy baby
It is because of his Grace that I have the strength to make it through the days (and nights)when I feel as if I have nothing left to give
It is because of his Grace that I have the ability to pursue the things I love and enjoy
It is because of his Grace that I was born here in America into a loving, caring family
It is because of his Grace that I have an incredible extended family who loves on Ben, Kayla and I
Well, those are my random thoughts for now. More to come later. For now, though, I choose to live in His Grace for today. Not to be overwhelmed by the night ahead of me, by the lack of sleep I get, by the piles of things "to do," but to live in THIS MOMENT. For we never get the days and moments back, so why do we try and rush through them?
Today is the day the Lord has made!
Kayla is almost 5 months now, and she fills our lives with so much love! It has been some of the most challenging 5 months, but also some of the most rewarding. She hasn't been an "easy" baby at all-in fact, quite the opposite! We have dealt with reflux, and with that has come quite a bit of uneasiness on her part. You could just tell she didn't feel good for so long. Then we were able to put her on some medication, which has helped! I think she is beginning to grow out of it, which we are thankful for. Her demeanor is just different-she seems so much happier!
She is a little me. Of which, I feel sorry for her! :) You can tell she has a "go, go, go" personality, which also presents it's challenges. Sleep, ah sleep. What's that?! She is not a great napper-I've tried all the tricks of the trade, and I have come to realize that she is one of those babies that doesn't want to miss out on anything, and doesn't require as much sleep. So, we just tackle each day as it comes!
I keep reminding myself how thankful I am for my time on bed rest-I knew I was storing up for the future. So I'm trying to tap into that reserve right now!
So many joys come with being a mom, and I feel so incredibly grateful that God has entrusted us to care for Kayla.
Grace has a whole new meaning in my life now.
It is because of his Grace that we live and breath and have life.
It is because of his Grace that I have an incredible husband who is very supportive and loving.
It is because of his Grace that we have a beautiful and healthy baby
It is because of his Grace that I have the strength to make it through the days (and nights)when I feel as if I have nothing left to give
It is because of his Grace that I have the ability to pursue the things I love and enjoy
It is because of his Grace that I was born here in America into a loving, caring family
It is because of his Grace that I have an incredible extended family who loves on Ben, Kayla and I
Well, those are my random thoughts for now. More to come later. For now, though, I choose to live in His Grace for today. Not to be overwhelmed by the night ahead of me, by the lack of sleep I get, by the piles of things "to do," but to live in THIS MOMENT. For we never get the days and moments back, so why do we try and rush through them?
Today is the day the Lord has made!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Kayla Grace Kovanda
Here I sit in a quiet, empty house, with my sweet baby girl sleeping soundly in her bassinet. So, blog, here I go...
Our beautiful miracle baby was born last Wednesday, September 1st at 8:52pm! She weighed 5lbs, 11 oz and was 19 inches long.
The last 10 days have been some of the most incredible days of my life. Maybe I am in the "honeymoon" phase of being a new mom, but I love everything about being a mom. Snuggles with my sweet girl, even the late night feedings and sleepless nights. It's all worth it when I look into her eyes and am reminded each time that life is truly a gift-and one that we can't or shouldn't take for granted.
May 1st of this year, we weren't sure if we would ever get to hold and love on our sweet girl. We committed her into the Lord's hands each day and prayed that we would have the privilege and opportunity to get to raise her. God always answers our prayers-but sometimes they are not as WE would hope. Just 4 months later, on September 1st, He answered our prayers as we had hoped as we welcomed her into this world.
He answered our prayers in more ways than we could have hoped for. I feel unworthy and so blessed to have this opportunity. Each time I look at her, I just can't believe He has entrusted her to us. What a privilege and responsibility.
It is strange not being pregnant. Besides the stress of not knowing if everything was going to be ok, I really loved being pregnant. It was such an amazing experience to feel her growing and moving inside me. Now, sometimes, I look at where my belly was and wonder if it will move. Ha!
My labor and delivery went pretty well. We ended up going up to the hospital in the very early hours of the morning on the 1st because I was having really bad upper abdominal pain, and I wasn't sure what it was. By the time we got to the hospital, I was having more contractions, but baby's heart rate dropped. The doctor didn't want me to go home as I was over 38 weeks. And of all weeks...my doctor was on vacation. After all we had been through-and now he wasn't here to deliver my baby. I was devastated, but realized that everything happens in God's timing, and for some reason, His timing was for us to have this baby without our doctor. We were so thankful for Dr. Hilton, though-he was great!
Anyway, I had to be induced, which baby's heart rate didn't like. I was taken off the pit at one point for her to recover. I labored for a few hours without my epidural, but with the pit, the contractions were coming really intensely, every 2ish minutes. He said it could take all day. I decided at that point that if I wanted to have any energy left for delivery, I needed some medication! Dr. Fern was right, though. He said the pain I experienced from my ovarian torsion would be worse than my labor and delivery. I would take the labor and delivery pain over my torsion pain any day!
Once we let her heart rate recover, they put me back on the pit and increased it very slowly. It took most of the day to dialate from a 2 to a 4. By 7pm, the doctor came and broke my water. Within 10 minutes, I was dilated to a 9! Things started happening very fast. There are several details I don't really need to go in to, but I ended up pushing for about an hour and a half, and Kayla arrived at 8:52pm! I was so thankful to have had her vaginally. There were several points throughout the day that pointed to us possibly having a c-section. Let's just say it was a very real possibility. I ended up having a placental abruption (which is what was causing my bleeding all day), and that was another reason he wanted to get my labor going.
She is beautiful. She is loved. Her grandparents and aunt and uncle were there to welcome her into this big world. Mommy's heart couldn't get any fuller than when I watched her daddy hold her and then give her to me for the first time. I will never forget that moment as long as I live.
So for now, we eat, we sleep and she poops a lot. :) We love. And then love some more. We count it all joy for we know that "every good and perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the father of lights" James 1:17
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Lots of thoughts today...
I don't know how to begin this entry...there are so many things going through my mind.
This week there will be some big changes in not only our family, but our extended family! My new little niece or nephew will be entering the world any day now! I can't wait to hold and squeeze and love on that little one! We continue to pray for their safe arrival, and for the entire family as they adjust to 4 little ones around now!! Justin and Bridgett are amazing parents, and it is so neat to see how God has blessed them with three wonderful children already!
I will be completely off bed rest on Friday. This is a very strange thing to think about. For 16 weeks (basically 4 months) I have either been on complete bed rest or modified bed rest. I haven't ran my vacuum, or done any cleaning besides what I can easily get to on the surface. I haven't worked in my yard, put together the nursery, or done any canning. I haven't driven anywhere besides to the pool, and haven't been grocery shopping, or much of any shopping for that matter! I haven't worked out, or ran. But, with my mom, mother-in-law, sister and husband's help, a lot has gotten done.
I have learned to let people help me. This is a hard concept for me. I thrive on helping and serving others-it is a way I speak love to people. To accept help has always been a hard and foreign concept to me. I have tended to feel guilty or that I needed to repay someone if they helped me out. But these past four months, I have learned that it is actually a gift to let people help you, and it's really an act of selfishness when you are too proud to ask for or allow help. When you allow someone else to help you-it not only blesses you, but blesses them because they WANT to serve you.
I have done a few projects: worked on my picture books, done some crocheting and cross stitching, read books and magazines, slowing organized parts of the house. I have been "shopping" at Babies R Us in a wheelchair, and been to several doctor appointments in Spokane. I have read to and prayed over our little girl.
To know I will basically have no restrictions after Friday is exciting and scary all at the same time. Exciting, because I can't wait to finish putting her room together, do some more of her laundry, and get our home ready for baby. Exciting because I can hopefully check a few things off my "list" before she comes. Exciting because that means we could be meeting our baby girl any day!
Scary for some of the same reasons above. I am not scared for labor for me, but for her. Just nervous and hoping that everything will go ok and that I will be able to deliver, even with my weakened body state. Nervous that something will happen during labor--and that I really have no control over any of it. But this is where my trust and faith must step in. This is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. The Lord has brought us to this point, and He won't give us anything more than He knows we can handle.
It is also an interesting concept to wrap my mind around the fact that I won't have to be nervous when I start getting contractions after Friday. Now, I'm up for a couple hours in the morning, and then I have to be down. If I"m up for too long in the afternoon/evening, I start getting more and more contractions-and after Friday, I won't have to sit down when that happens! It will be like retraining my body/mind.
I've also been thinking a lot about the baby we lost last year. A part of my heart will always ache for that little one that we won't meet until heaven someday. This baby doesn't "replace" him or her--and it's so hard when people ask "is this your first?" Sometimes I respond with "we lost one last year" and sometimes I say "yes" because I just don't want to explain myself. But this is our second child, and that is how I see it. When I see babies that are 10 months old (or around that age) right now, I think of our sweet baby. While I am so thrilled to meet this little girl, it only continues to remind me of how much I miss our first little one.
There are other things on my heart as well, but I suppose this is getting long, and you all don't want to know about ever detail of my life. I think I just needed a sounding board this morning. Thank you to each one of you who are so important to us! It has definitely been kind of a "lonely" time for me, and I appreciate all of you who keep pursing me!
I know our lives are about to dramatically change-and we couldn't be more excited. We just hope and pray that the Lord gives us wisdom in knowing what to do in this next stage of life!
This week there will be some big changes in not only our family, but our extended family! My new little niece or nephew will be entering the world any day now! I can't wait to hold and squeeze and love on that little one! We continue to pray for their safe arrival, and for the entire family as they adjust to 4 little ones around now!! Justin and Bridgett are amazing parents, and it is so neat to see how God has blessed them with three wonderful children already!
I will be completely off bed rest on Friday. This is a very strange thing to think about. For 16 weeks (basically 4 months) I have either been on complete bed rest or modified bed rest. I haven't ran my vacuum, or done any cleaning besides what I can easily get to on the surface. I haven't worked in my yard, put together the nursery, or done any canning. I haven't driven anywhere besides to the pool, and haven't been grocery shopping, or much of any shopping for that matter! I haven't worked out, or ran. But, with my mom, mother-in-law, sister and husband's help, a lot has gotten done.
I have learned to let people help me. This is a hard concept for me. I thrive on helping and serving others-it is a way I speak love to people. To accept help has always been a hard and foreign concept to me. I have tended to feel guilty or that I needed to repay someone if they helped me out. But these past four months, I have learned that it is actually a gift to let people help you, and it's really an act of selfishness when you are too proud to ask for or allow help. When you allow someone else to help you-it not only blesses you, but blesses them because they WANT to serve you.
I have done a few projects: worked on my picture books, done some crocheting and cross stitching, read books and magazines, slowing organized parts of the house. I have been "shopping" at Babies R Us in a wheelchair, and been to several doctor appointments in Spokane. I have read to and prayed over our little girl.
To know I will basically have no restrictions after Friday is exciting and scary all at the same time. Exciting, because I can't wait to finish putting her room together, do some more of her laundry, and get our home ready for baby. Exciting because I can hopefully check a few things off my "list" before she comes. Exciting because that means we could be meeting our baby girl any day!
Scary for some of the same reasons above. I am not scared for labor for me, but for her. Just nervous and hoping that everything will go ok and that I will be able to deliver, even with my weakened body state. Nervous that something will happen during labor--and that I really have no control over any of it. But this is where my trust and faith must step in. This is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. The Lord has brought us to this point, and He won't give us anything more than He knows we can handle.
It is also an interesting concept to wrap my mind around the fact that I won't have to be nervous when I start getting contractions after Friday. Now, I'm up for a couple hours in the morning, and then I have to be down. If I"m up for too long in the afternoon/evening, I start getting more and more contractions-and after Friday, I won't have to sit down when that happens! It will be like retraining my body/mind.
I've also been thinking a lot about the baby we lost last year. A part of my heart will always ache for that little one that we won't meet until heaven someday. This baby doesn't "replace" him or her--and it's so hard when people ask "is this your first?" Sometimes I respond with "we lost one last year" and sometimes I say "yes" because I just don't want to explain myself. But this is our second child, and that is how I see it. When I see babies that are 10 months old (or around that age) right now, I think of our sweet baby. While I am so thrilled to meet this little girl, it only continues to remind me of how much I miss our first little one.
There are other things on my heart as well, but I suppose this is getting long, and you all don't want to know about ever detail of my life. I think I just needed a sounding board this morning. Thank you to each one of you who are so important to us! It has definitely been kind of a "lonely" time for me, and I appreciate all of you who keep pursing me!
I know our lives are about to dramatically change-and we couldn't be more excited. We just hope and pray that the Lord gives us wisdom in knowing what to do in this next stage of life!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
What's in a Name?
Our time is finally nearing of getting to meet our sweet baby girl! We are beyond thrilled and can not wait!
Although, we still can not settle on a name. This just seems like such a BIG decision, you know?! We are choosing what this girl will be know by. What people will call her, what she will say when she introduces herself.
Will it fit her?
Will people be able to spell and pronounce it?
Will it be "cute" while she is young, yet "cool" when she is in Jr. High, and still "professional" when she goes to interview for her first job?
Will it have a special meaning--especially with all that she has already been through?
Will it go well with her married name someday?
Will she like it?
How do you make that final decision? That's where we are at. We have several that we like, and that we feel like would fit her, but we just can't make that final decision. I don't really want to wait to "see" her, because she will look like whatever we decide to name her, right?
Ah, just one of the many decisions you get to make as a parent. But I feel like this is a big one-and I don't want to mess it up! Any suggestions out there?!?! :)
Only a few weeks left...in fact, we could start counting days! 8 more of modified bed rest--and then who knows when she will make her appearance! Let's just hope we can get her name picked out soon!!
Although, we still can not settle on a name. This just seems like such a BIG decision, you know?! We are choosing what this girl will be know by. What people will call her, what she will say when she introduces herself.
Will it fit her?
Will people be able to spell and pronounce it?
Will it be "cute" while she is young, yet "cool" when she is in Jr. High, and still "professional" when she goes to interview for her first job?
Will it have a special meaning--especially with all that she has already been through?
Will it go well with her married name someday?
Will she like it?
How do you make that final decision? That's where we are at. We have several that we like, and that we feel like would fit her, but we just can't make that final decision. I don't really want to wait to "see" her, because she will look like whatever we decide to name her, right?
Ah, just one of the many decisions you get to make as a parent. But I feel like this is a big one-and I don't want to mess it up! Any suggestions out there?!?! :)
Only a few weeks left...in fact, we could start counting days! 8 more of modified bed rest--and then who knows when she will make her appearance! Let's just hope we can get her name picked out soon!!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Mrs. Buck
My kindergarten teacher passed away this last month. She was a dear lady with a huge heart. I also had the privilege of growing up with her in my church and neighborhood, so I knew her on several different levels.
I was unable to attend her memorial service, but am so thankful to know that she is in a better place, where she is no longer suffering. It is just a temporary goodbye for us here on earth, but we will see her again!
Over the past few weeks, I have been thinking about the impact she has had on my life. Have you ever really stopped to think about the importance of a kindergarten teacher? It's probably the teacher we remember and thank the least, but is one of the most important.
They are you first real connection to the world outside of your family.
That first day of kindergarten I had no idea what to expect. Would I miss home? Would I make friends? What would I learn? I timidly walked into the classroom, found my desk and said goodbye to my mom. Would I ever see her again?! I looked around at all the faces, and saw so many of them with the same concerns and questions!
To be honest, there are very few things I remember about kindergarten. I remember learning letters and numbers, nap time, recess-you know, all the important things in life, right?
Most of all, though, I remember my teacher. She was patient, kind, gentle, loving, patient (did I mention that?) and cared about EACH one of us. She was a teacher because she cared about us-she loved us as if we were her own kids. She invested in us. She showed us what life was like outside our homes and started us on this amazing journey called school. She determined whether or not we moved onto that next big stage of going to school EVERY day (1st grade).
Did I ever really thank her? You know-REALLY thank her-for the impact she had on my life? Did I ever really let her know how grateful I was to her for all that she did for me in that very impressionistic year of my life?
I don't know if I did. Now I will have to wait till heaven-and by then, it won't really matter. So I hope today, as she is looking down on us that she can know how grateful I am to her and all that she did for me.
Thank a teacher today--I know that sounds so cliche--but honestly--thank one of those teachers that has had an impact on your life, for you never know when you might not have the chance.
Thank you Mrs. Buck for the impact you had on my life, and for all the lessons (school & life) that you taught me!
I was unable to attend her memorial service, but am so thankful to know that she is in a better place, where she is no longer suffering. It is just a temporary goodbye for us here on earth, but we will see her again!
Over the past few weeks, I have been thinking about the impact she has had on my life. Have you ever really stopped to think about the importance of a kindergarten teacher? It's probably the teacher we remember and thank the least, but is one of the most important.
They are you first real connection to the world outside of your family.
That first day of kindergarten I had no idea what to expect. Would I miss home? Would I make friends? What would I learn? I timidly walked into the classroom, found my desk and said goodbye to my mom. Would I ever see her again?! I looked around at all the faces, and saw so many of them with the same concerns and questions!
To be honest, there are very few things I remember about kindergarten. I remember learning letters and numbers, nap time, recess-you know, all the important things in life, right?
Most of all, though, I remember my teacher. She was patient, kind, gentle, loving, patient (did I mention that?) and cared about EACH one of us. She was a teacher because she cared about us-she loved us as if we were her own kids. She invested in us. She showed us what life was like outside our homes and started us on this amazing journey called school. She determined whether or not we moved onto that next big stage of going to school EVERY day (1st grade).
Did I ever really thank her? You know-REALLY thank her-for the impact she had on my life? Did I ever really let her know how grateful I was to her for all that she did for me in that very impressionistic year of my life?
I don't know if I did. Now I will have to wait till heaven-and by then, it won't really matter. So I hope today, as she is looking down on us that she can know how grateful I am to her and all that she did for me.
Thank a teacher today--I know that sounds so cliche--but honestly--thank one of those teachers that has had an impact on your life, for you never know when you might not have the chance.
Thank you Mrs. Buck for the impact you had on my life, and for all the lessons (school & life) that you taught me!
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