Faith, Reruns and Leftovers, School, Sometimes Sweet

Sticky Prayers

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have followed me always. They have clung to me all my life. ~ Abraham Lincoln Sean’s first school year officially ended last night with a little graduation ceremony for the five year olds who will be leaving the pre-school and moving on to kindergarten. The younger kids “sang them out” just as the losers on American Idol do. Well, more accurately, all the other kids sang out the grads. Sean stood on the stage and did an impression of Lot’s wife. As all the five year olds marched across the…

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Always Real, School, Sometimes Tart

I’m Thinking Of Taking Up Tennis Again

Back in September, on the first day of school, Sean bounced right into the classroom and started playing with the train set. He didn’t look back or take notice when I left the room, so I left feeling smugly satisfied with how well it went. I flashed “poor you” glances at the mothers whom I passed in the hall on my way out, sobbing mothers pulling unwilling children down the hall like stubborn mules, mother’s whose children aren’t as secure and well adjusted as mine. Tsk. And that was the last time I took Sean to…

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Always Real, Mildly Amusing, School, Sometimes Tart

I’m Crying On The Inside

Today was Sean’s first day of school. As I walked him down the hall to his classroom, I passed some of my neighbors who had just dropped off their children. They were sniffling and dabbing at their eyes, overcome with separation anxiety. I felt like a rotten mother because I was not crying. I was having a hard time suppressing the happy dance. Although he protested the entire way to school, as soon as we got to his room he made a bee line for the Brio train set and immediately forgot that he had a…

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Faith, School, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

Sticky Prayers

“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have followed me always. They have clung to me all my life.” ~ Abraham Lincoln   Sean’s first school year officially ended last night with a little graduation ceremony for the five year olds who will be leaving the pre-school and moving on to kindergarten. The younger kids “sang them out” just as the losers on American Idol do. Well, more accurately, all the other kids sang out the grads. Sean stood on the stage and did an impression of Lot’s wife. As all the five year olds marched…

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School, Use Your Words

Violins, Violence, Poo, Pooh

This morning, as I drove Sean to school, he called from the back seat: “Mommy! I got Poo Pants!” Oh, no. My heart sank. I was hoping to drop him off and make a quick get away for a 45-minute mini-spa at Starbucks. Yes, it’s to the point that when I can drink a cup of coffee and read the newspaper in peace for 45 minutes, I consider it a “get away”. But now with the Poo Pants announcement, I would have to park the car, go into the school, Half Nelson him out of his…

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