It seems like it has been forever since we visited. Those that read my last post know I started a new job. I stood at this new job today and looked out across my classroom in awe. I’ve worked with children before. I’ve been threatened and cursed at by children. I’ve been punched, kicked, spit on and dodged flying objects. I’ve been trapped in a room by an angry teenagers twice my size. I’ve heard every horrible and heartbreaking story that could be imagined come out of the mouth of a child. And strangely enough I loved my job. My heart belonged to the worst of the worst in difficult children and I will probably always have a special place for those children. They didn’t ask to be hurt or abused or to have a mental illness. They just survived one angry day at a time.
After nearly 7 years of this being my predominant interactions with children I began to expect most children were like this. My affectionate name for them being “heathens” or “knuckleheads”. So during my 3rd official day as a Kindergarten thru 2nd Grade Computer Teacher I realized something. There are still kids out there that laugh at silly caterpillar games. There are kids that despite being “too old” for something, still shout “I Did It!” when they complete the task. There are kids that help other kids and get excited when others do well also. There are kids that want to hug me just because I am Mrs. Good. It is not major breakthroughs and huge insightful moments that bring me joy. It is little voices whispering, “Hi, Mrs Good” as they see me in the hallway. Or children wanting to stop me and tell me about how they helped a peer. I love little waving hands as they wait in line outside my classroom. I want to wave all day long. I want to squeeze them and hug them. Despite the class that I had to start over 3 times before they really figured out how to listen, I felt something today I haven’t felt in a long time.
I felt hope…
Hope that we are growing decent human beings.
Hope that we are doing more good than harm.
Hope that we can teach a love of learning.
Hope that children are still children and we haven’t forced them to grow up too fast in this media frenzied world.
Hope that I can do some good in a whole different population of children.
Hope in its simplest form with a healthy dose of joy…I love my job!
I will be linking up at Life Made Lovely so make sure you go check her out!
While everyone loves a baby…
I have another niece who is growing into a lovely young woman.
She was so funny while we were at the fair.
She seemed to always know exactly where the camera was and posed just before the shutter went off!
I did manage to catch her off guard a couple of times…
This was the conclusion to the “Do you want to go into the Haunted House with me?” argument…
Brooke lost the argument…
Despite flying down the slide she still managed to pose for the camera at the end…too too cute!
Love you bunches, Miss Brooke!!
It is finally starting to get hot in lovely Wyoming. Yesterday was the first day in the 90’s and I’m already whining.
Needless to say there isn’t a lot of baking going on at my house right now. I could crank up the air conditioning, but I’m frugal and I don’t want to.
Did you like how I made myself sound way better than cheap? What has been happening is a couple of crafty projects and picture-taking.
He didn’t like the flash on the camera, but he is so DANG cute!
Love that wet little nose…
The peonies have finally bloomed…
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was
more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anais Nin
The only picture he wasn’t “camera-shy” for during the whole mini photo session.
It wouldn’t be Wyoming if there wasn’t a baby cow roaming somewhere…
His mamma was close by the whole time.
Indian Paintbrush near Esterbrook, Wyoming
This is Wyoming’s State Flower and it’s illegal to pick.
A gorgeous husband, an excited dog and a beautiful drive through Wyoming is the “perfect” Sunday.
Please note the SMILE on my gorgeous husband’s face!!
An old abandoned cabin on the Wyoming Plains
This was one of my favorite places all day….
A baby bird who couldn’t even fly yet…
His mama was watching over him nearby.
Miss Mamma Bird
Happy 4th of July Week –
From The Great Big State of Wyoming
The Little Town of Esterbrook
Today I have felt absolutely miserable, but late this afternoon while waiting for my hubby to get home from work I sat outside in my backyard and enjoyed the beauty. I wanted to share a couple bright spots of color in my otherwise sickly existence today. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did despite my stuffed up nose, sneezing fits and bouts of coughing!
I absolutely love that this plant is growing through our fence.
The fence is so rustic and adds an element of romance to the picture.
Funny how many beautiful things you see when you slow down long enough to look at them. Today my heart was tuned into the beauty in my world and it started with this…
I made Taylor this flannel pillowcase last week and she hasn’t let go of the pillow since. Grandma said she even tried to bring it to the breakfast table!
My husband was on his A game today and decided he wanted to get the lawn work done. So it was off to the Ivy Leaf Greenhouse to get flowers. The owner was a wonderful woman who let us in on a little tip. We shouldn’t try to plant until the soil temperature stays at lest 65 degrees. Well for those of you who do not live in Wyoming – it snowed last week! We will hold off for a couple of weeks, but I couldn’t resist snapping this picture of the beautiful flowers.
This little guy was my favorite. I have no idea what you call the leader of a group of goats, but this guy was definitely the Alpha Goat. He didn’t want to let any of the other goats get close to the fence because John was feeding him grass. They were so excited to see us. Made me want to go out and buy a goat. Don’t worry everyone…no goats for my family quite yet!