tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67552673049296466042024-03-13T09:34:35.780-05:00Life in La La's LandLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.comBlogger520125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-40584080808291640092014-02-27T13:58:00.002-06:002014-02-27T14:41:25.609-06:00I a soccer player!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Our girl has made her first foray into the world of organized sports.</div>
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Yes. They have soccer teams for kids under the age of three.</div>
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There has been <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Fitness/sports-tots-young-young/story?id=14181568" target="_blank">a lot</a> <a href="http://www.nbcnews.com/id/4556235/ns/health-childrens_health/t/pushing-too-hard-too-young/" target="_blank">said</a> about starting kids too young in organized sports - they say that kids need unstructured time to run and jump while using their imagination and developing their ideas about social constructs. As an educator and at the very core, an advocate for the interests of children, I completely understand where people are coming from in this regard.</div>
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But...as with anything in life, there is no black and white answer, no overarching rule that applies to everyone, nor is there a one-size-fits-all approach.</div>
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We put Natalie in soccer because NATALIE wants to play. She has lived her entire three years on this Earth going to basketball games, volleyball matches and watching endless hours of sports on the television. She has wanted so badly to suit up in a uniform, put her hair in a ponytail and PLAY on on a team...just like the big girls she idolizes every Monday and Thursday night at Craig's basketball games.</div>
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Of course there are opportunities for girls to receive scholarships for athletics, but that cannot be the main reason we as parents enter our daughters into sports. There are so many valuable lessons that can be learned on the volleyball or basketball court, soccer pitch, or softball field. Natalie is learning about having fun, taking turns and working towards a goal...literally and figuratively.</div>
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As coaches and lifelong athletes, Craig and I would obviously be thrilled if Natalie's passion and joy in life has something to do with sports, but we aren't placing all our eggs in that basket right now. We're following her lead - she asked for a team shirt and expressed the desire to play some sort of sport. </div>
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And goodness gracious...she absolutely LOVES it. Nothing makes my heart happier than seeing the pride she has after scoring a goal and the determination on her face when someone else has the ball. </div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-5010535919546426302014-02-24T09:32:00.000-06:002014-02-24T09:32:01.616-06:00Thoughts on a Championship<div style="text-align: center;">
So often in a marriage, you get tied up in the day-to-day survival of being an adult - cleaning up the house, paying bills, cooking meals, keeping track of a schedule and raising a child. In a world where romantic comedies and Disney princesses tend to live "happily ever after," there seems to be a struggle for many people to rest and find contentment in the ordinary. But for the most part, Craig and I are good with the "ordinary" because neither of us entered into this covenant with the idea that it would be a magical experience every day. We both spent so much time in our personal chaos that we relish the calm in our life. And in this ordinary life we are leading, there is plenty of continual love - the kind of love that is found in discussions while cooking a favorite meal, or by bringing home a surprise Sonic drink after a long day. We move along from day to day, raising Natalie, doing our jobs and enjoying each other's company....and this is good. We are good with this.</div>
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But then there are those moments in life that take your breath away with the magnitude of HOW. MUCH. you love your partner. When you see them not as the guy who helps empty the dishwasher or reads bedtime stories...but as an amazing human being.</div>
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I had one of those overwhelming moments on Friday night.</div>
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Craig won another basketball championship this weekend. And although we have been through several winning seasons together and even the occasional district championship together...there was something different about this win. The 8th grade girls he coached this year will leave his school and his athletic program never having lost a basketball game in the two years as his players. </div>
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It's not entirely unheard of to do this through a 7th grade year because sometimes a coach can just get a great group of athletes who have skills far beyond their peers. But by 8th grade, the rest of the district has usually caught up and the girls have a much harder time staying on top than the year before.</div>
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Craig and his girls set their eyes on the goal of having an undefeated season ending in another district championship early on in the year...and from that point, the pressure was on. Every team and coach in the district were gunning to beat them - to have the bragging rights of being THAT team to bit the undefeated district champs. </div>
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And for the most part, no one got close...except for the district championship, of course. It was a back and forth game, with seven three point shots made, several free throws missed and some terrible calls by the refs. A tie at the end of the regulation time meant three minutes of overtime - three more minutes for me to stress, chew my fingernails, twirl my hair, yell at the refs and try to calm the butterflies in my stomach. With ten seconds left, Craig's girls were down by one point but had possession under the basket. The clock ticked slowly down and I knew this was it...my husband's greatest unspoken fear - that his girls would get all the way to the final game, only to have their goal destroyed by a single loss. </div>
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And then his most talented post got the ball, tossed it up with one second on the clock...and swish...then the buzzer. The opposing team collapsed in tears and Craig's girls dogpiled in cheers. </div>
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And my husband finally stood up tall on the sidelines and took a deep breath. It was over. The girls had done it. He hadn't let them down.</div>
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I teared up as my little girl raced across the court excitedly yelling, "Daddy, you win! You win, Daddy!" He swung her up off the ground and our eyes met across the gym. That's when it hit me. That surge of pride and admiration and love for the man I get to call my husband. </div>
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All season, we sat every night at the dinner table and discussed the girls...the team...the STREAK...and most importantly, the PRESSURE that it was putting on him and his athletes. In that moment, all those conversations, the worries, the sheer time and energy he put into crafting his team into back-to-back district champions had paid off. But it wasn't just the win that got to me, it was the care and consideration he put into his season - he cares about those girls as if they were his own. He called them on their poor behavior, and mentored them to better choices. He gave high fives while doling out expectations and consequences. He pushed them to be better, faster, and more skilled - any other coach would sit back and relax after such a long winning streak, but Craig never let them settle for allowing just "winning" the game to be enough. Simply put...he is an amazing coach, not just because he understands the game of basketball, but because he understands the brain of a teenage girl and how to reach in there and pull out the highest potential an athlete has to give.</div>
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So after team pictures, a bus ride home and a quick change into comfortable clothes, we found ourselves at the local Chili's for a late dinner. As we were walking in, we could hear his girls before we saw them...in a town like ours, there aren't many choices for an 8:00 dinner with a large group of people. We got a table by ourselves, but of course he had to go around the restaurant greeting the players and families - only to be met with cheers and a round of applause. Our dinner consisted of chips with queso, three meals, four adult beverages and one giant dessert - it was a celebration, after all! </div>
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When it came time to pay for this monstrous meal we consumed, our sweet waitress (who knew what we were celebrating and why all those teenage girls had invaded the restaurant) informed us that our entire dinner had been paid for "by the team." It was at this point that Craig and I teared up for the third time during the course of the evening. The kindness and gratitude that his girls and their families have shown to Craig over the past two years has been incredible...I know this will be a difficult group to say good-bye to at the end of the year.</div>
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These are the moments that make our marriage stronger - when we are able to appreciate the talents of our partner and be proud of the title of husband or wife. As I sat in the stands (or stood up and yelled at the refs) during the game, I felt the eyes of the crowd upon me. After the win, I was congratulated on the win and thanked for the efforts of my husband. I'm proud to have this recognition - win or lose, I am the wife to an amazing man.</div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-1357557585853768782014-02-09T16:04:00.001-06:002014-02-09T16:04:17.293-06:00Soldier onHey Momma in the aisle at Target,<div><br></div><div>Yeah, you...the one with the cute brunette bob and the round (but tired), blue eyes. The one with the oversized green sweatshirt, who I caught holding your hands to your forehead while speaking tersely to your husband as he tried to calm you down. </div><div><br></div><div>You seemed stressed and a little overwhelmed. </div><div><br></div><div>Your beautiful little girl, who inherited the round, blue beauty of your eyes, well, she was a little squirmy, a little fussy - as toddlers are apt to do during a Sunday afternoon shopping trip. Your handsome son with the Harry Potter glasses was obviously bored and unhelpful...also like young boys are apt to be during a Sunday afternoon shopping trip. </div><div><br></div><div>Our shopping paths crossed several times as we meandered the aisles, both trying to cross things off our list while also wrangling our children...and our husbands. Our eyes met each other frequently and I tried to smile warmly...but I was awkward. That glimpse of the moment with your meltdown in aisle felt like I intruded on a private moment - one of those moments of frustration and weakness all us women try to keep hidden in public. </div><div><br></div><div>I just want you to know that I didn't judge you. I didn't allow that one brief glimpse into your world to define who I thought you must be as a woman, a wife and a mother. I didn't pity or shame you. I didn't think that I was superior because my daughter was better behaved (at that moment in time). </div><div><br></div><div>What I did instead was say a little prayer. You looked tired, you looked worn out. You seemed<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> frustrated as you rubbed your temples and your husband delicately held your elbows. I prayed that you would make it through the trip relatively unscathed and that you would be blessed with patience and strength to soldier on through the hell on Earth that is Sunday afternoon grocery shopping. Because I have been there. I have been frazzled and frustrated - just trying to survive something that feels like it should be so much simpler than it really is. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So tired Momma with the bright blue eyes, I hope you're relaxing at home right now. Curled up at the couch with a good book and a fluffy animal keeping your feet warm and your heart full. I hope your little girl went down easily for a long nap, only to wake refreshed and full of delightful sweetness. I hope your young man unloaded groceries in the kitchen and then played quietly with his Skylander figures. I hope your husband continues to be gracious, understanding and supportive. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I wish you the loveliest of peaceful Sunday afternoons....because God knows, we all need it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Soldier on, Momma.</span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-86765096353745633422014-01-18T18:52:00.000-06:002014-01-21T21:59:39.754-06:00Baby Clothes<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Life is funny in the way it works sometimes. Or perhaps I should mention that it's funny how God leaves out little bread crumbs for us that lead us to bigger realizations. </div>
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A few posts back I wrote about the clothes in the attic that were staring me in the face - a visual reminder of the second baby that probably wasn't going to happen. When I wrote those words, I pretty much knew that Craig and I were done having children, but saying that out loud is, for whatever reason, much tougher than silent acknowledgement between two parents. So even though I knew the direction our life was headed, I was still afraid to get rid of the clothes because those baby clothes hold intense memories of joy, frustration, exhaustion and of a pure miracle. </div>
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The light pink sleeper that she wore her first night home. My mother and I swaddled her together, placed her in the bassinet and stared, both of us giddy and emotional from the presence of the next generation of women in our family. </div>
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Her first pair of tennis shoes, given to her by one of my closest friends and my former coaching buddy. The first in a large collection that is filled with Converse and Nike - the kinds of shoes which also fill my closet as well. </div>
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The coming home outfit I bought in 0-3 month size, thinking it would fit a newborn but in reality it was much too big. My abnormal and agitated reaction to dressing her in an ill-fitting coming home outfit was the first sign of darker things to come. I felt like a huge mothering failure for not picking the "right" coming home outfit. Three years later, this seems utterly ridiculous but at the time it was SO. DAMN. IMPORTANT. (And now, I'm just happy if she is dressed in semi-appropriate clothes.)</div>
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Birthing a baby and then making it through the first year was no small feat for me. There were day days and long nights. Lots of tears, fears, struggles and fights. So I can't just toss the clothes in a bag and take them to the Goodwill. Getting rid of this baby stuff, for me at least, has to be done in a way that is healing and peaceful.</div>
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So yesterday as I was standing in the hall, catching up with the new (pregnant) volleyball coach, I felt a sort of calm come over me and before I knew it, the words "I have a ton of baby stuff for you" came out of my mouth. And it's true. I've got loads of toys barely used and clothes hardly worn. Clothes that need to go and snuggle another precious baby girl...just not one that I give birth to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But more than that, in the small moment where we stood in the hall discussing different aspects of pregnancy and motherhood, I felt at peace with our decision for only having our only. Having one child doesn't make me any less of a mother than my friends with four. It doesn't discount the hours I spent cuddling a sick little girl, worrying about her safety or praying for her future. I wanted to be a mother and have a family and I DO. A family doesn't have to match certain specs of size and numbers...a family is defined by the love shown and shared with one another. And sure, in our family two of the people sharing and showing love just happen to have four legs and a tail...but there is love between the five of us and just like there is grace and forgiveness, gratitude and faith. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As I re-folded and packed all the baby clothes away in the container to haul up to school this morning, I smiled wistfully as I glanced at my own baby, so big and independent at almost-three. I prayed for the new little sweet girl who will inherit these clothes, prayed for a healthy pregnancy and smooth transition to motherhood for her momma. But mostly, I thanked God for the girl he gave me and the peace I have with our decision. </div>
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At this point in time, it seems like Craig and I are here in our current house, our current town and current job positions for the long haul. And in making that decision, I decided awhile back that we need to maximize the space we have in our home. By all standards, it is a pretty big house - we've got a very open plan in the downstairs with four large and very functional rooms. Upstairs are two modestly sized bedrooms, our large master suite and a huge playroom for all of Natalie's adventures.</div>
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So with this idea of functionality and purpose, I began crafting an idea for rearranging certain areas of the house so that the needs of our family were better served. First of all, we do not throw enough parties or eat enough fancy dinners to necessitate three separate dining areas. </div>
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1. Craig has really gotten into the buying, selling and trading of baseball cards and he needs space to store cards, print invoices and package cards to send to buyers. He also is still scheduling games and referees for local basketball tournaments so he needs an organized space to do that kind of complicated work.</div>
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My reading and computer nook. The general theme for the room is dark brown furniture accented with stark white, steel gray and soft turquoise. I got the bird canvas on sale at Hobby Lobby and the candle pilaster was a Mother's Day gift from Craig and Natalie. And of course...the puppy dogs MUST have their space in our new room.</div>
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Craig's desk and memorabilia wall. We bought the desk last summer through Staples, the shelves were a Father's Day gift from IKEA and all the office supplies were either Christmas presents or stocking stuffers. In the picture on the right, you can see all of Craig's special framed items - his second place medal and team picture from his his run in the state tournament way back when he first started coaching, there's also a piece of the net from when the Dallas Stars won the Stanley Cup, and most importantly, a signed football by Aikman and Staubach that Craig's father gave him before he passed away.</div>
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I tried to arrange the shelves in a way that filled up the space without being too cluttered or too "sporty." There a painting that Natalie created last year, a picture from our trip to the beach last summer, as well as the yearbooks from the three years we worked together at the same school. And of course...lots of signed sports stuff.</div>
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For Christmas we were gifted with some money from my parents and the first big purchase we made in the new year was this Hemnes bookshelf from IKEA. I definitely wanted something that had doors - more of a cabinet than a true bookshelf - but even more than that, I really liked how only the top few shelves are exposed to the glass and the bottom is covered up. This allows for a pretty display up above and major organization of baseball cards, family pictures, art supplies, etc. hidden down below. On the top shelf is another signed football along with some baseballs of Craig's, on the second shelf, I emptied our upstairs bookshelf of some of my hardback books (I took the covers off because I think for display purposes, the naked books look better), a few childhood photos of Craig and myself and then finally signed team photos of Craig's current 7th and 8th graders along with a signed basketball from the University of Texas basketball players. While we were at IKEA buying the bookshelf, I also stocked up on four gray storage boxes with lids for prettier organization.</div>
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And what's missing? I'm still on the hunt for the perfect second hand side table that I can strip down, paint turquoise and plop a lamp on with a coaster next to my chair. If I'm going to be reading and typing in this room...I'm going to need a place to put my wine glass.</div>
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Although the basic pieces of this room are in place and it is incredibly functional for all of us to use, there are still a few BIG things that we need to address...eventually:</div>
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Overall, I am VERY pleased with the progress that we have made in this room and it already has served its many purposes. As much as I would love to have it all done and perfect RIGHT NOW, with our bank account the way it is right now with a child in day-care and two car payments...well, lets just go with the old saying - good things will come to those who wait. I know that it this is all just a phase and eventually, we will have the disposable income to do the necessary repairs and updates to our home but in the meantime I will take joy in the little things that we accomplish along the way.</div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-27378098605490172322014-01-03T19:06:00.002-06:002014-01-03T19:06:53.972-06:00PurgatoryI am in baby purgatory. Something must be done about this.<br />
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See...we have meticulously stored all of Natalie's baby items (clothes, toys, supplies, etc) in the attic build out that is off of the upstairs playroom. All her clothes are folded in bins and stacked up against the wall. There is a car seat, her jumper, a few walkers and the Bumbo just sitting in that room, taking space while simultaneously mocking me...tempting me...forcing me to sit in this purgatory, a limbo of sorts.<br />
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Craig is pretty firm on the "no more babies" idea for a myriad of reasons - a little bit financial (two years away from NO car payments and NO day-care!) and a lot bit just the overall comfort level of our life right now (no sleepless nights, easy to get up and go, no diapers or bottles). And for the most part I am right there with him.<br />
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If we keep it around then it signals the idea that we're not really sold on this only-child thing and there is space to change our mind in the future. But if we get rid of the big ticket items and I cut down the amount of clothes from her babyhood that I save, then it is pretty final that we are done having children.<br />
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My little Doc McStuffins ready to Trick or Treat.</div>
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She was fully engaged in the Halloween events this year - from the pumpkin patch with good friends to dressing up as her favorite Disney Junior character, Natalie totally GOT the whole concept this year. And most importantly, I was there this year to experience the whole thing with her - not like last year when I was at a volleyball game.</div>
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We had a few of our coaching buddies and their kiddos come over for pizza before trick or treating around our neighborhood, which has quickly become a tradition in the past few years. Our neighborhood has tons of young children and teenagers - it's the type of place where the parents sit out in the driveways with buckets of candy for the kids and an open cooler of beverages for the parents.</div>
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Following the big kids from house to house.</div>
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Celebrating Halloween with her this year was just a glimpse into how much fun Christmas is going to be this year.</div>
<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-33327715999301831852013-10-11T19:25:00.001-05:002013-10-13T17:27:47.976-05:00Perfection: A SeriesThe topic this week at Bible Study touched on a word that is near and dear to my heart. A word that encompasses both my greatest asset and my Achilles heel. Something that has created all my success but also catapulted me to the brink of self-destruction. <div><br></div><div>Perfection....the pursuit of being perfect. </div><div><br></div><div>Imagine my surprise as other members of my small group scoffed at the idea of striving for perfection. The idea of having everything in their life "just so" never occurred to me. </div><div><br></div><div>It was like seeing a unicorn....a mystical creature I didn't think even existed. </div><div><br></div><div>You mean, there are people in this world who don't feel the compulsion to straighten every tilted picture frame? Or fold their underwear and keep their closets in impeccable (organized) order? Or who mentally flog themselves for the slightest imperfection on an email or assignment?</div><div><br></div><div>I was floored. I've lived this way for so long that up until a few years ago, I didn't know there was another option. </div><div><br></div><div>The option to just be. </div><div><br></div><div>To be messy, to be flustered, to enjoy the freedom of saying "I don't know exactly what I'm doing, but it's okay, I'll figure it out." The peace that comes with rolling with life's experiences and chalking up a catastrophe to "a lesson learned."</div><div><br></div><div>In many coaching office chats with my dear friend, Shemika I discovered something about myself. My extreme and unwavering desire for perfection shut me off from the world. It created a persona that I was better than other people, that I had my act together and looked down upon those who didn't. And honestly, who would want to be friends with a person who seemed to be perfect, thus shedding light on your own obvious IMperfections? </div><div><br></div><div>For all my painful self-examinations over the course of my life....I had never encountered that particular perspective. I had never had myself reflected back in such a way. </div><div><br></div><div>When Shemika (kindly) pointed this persona out to me, my mouth hung open and I stuttered, "but you KNOW that I KNOW that I'm not perfect, right!" I desperately plead my case. "I have a terrible temper and I lose patience far too easily! Sometimes I talk too much and can be self-centered!" </div><div><br></div><div>Shemika smiled gently and began, "well, I know that, but..."</div><div><br></div><div>I didn't let her finish. "I'm not perfect! I CAN'T EVEN BAKE COOKIES OR KEEP A PLANT ALIVE!"</div><div><br></div><div>Then she laughed at me and gave me a hug while my shoulders fell in defeat. I knew she was right. I could see the reflection in the mirror she held up to me. </div><div><br></div><div>For whatever reason, the face I show to the world isn't of gentle sweetness or kind gentility. It's cold and judgmental perfection. And that is not the person I want to be. I want to display genuine and sincere authenticity. I want to celebrate my strengths through embracing weaknesses.</div><div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-15497800895346012352013-10-06T16:58:00.001-05:002013-10-06T16:58:18.430-05:00Lazy WeekendIt's been one of THOSE kinds of weekends. When everything seems to fall in place....the weather, the mood...the behavior of your toddler. <div><br></div><div>It's just been a perfect two days. </div><div><br></div><div>It all started on Friday night as Craig, Natalie and I headed up to the Varsity volleyball game and I was inundated with not one, or two but no less than 10 of my former students coming from across the gym to give hugs, sit down and catch up. This is when all the parent conferences, Saturday morning lesson planning and endless professional in-services pays off - when I can see and feel the impact I've had on kids....because they want to come back and see me. When they feel such a strong bond with me that they want to fill me in on their life since middle school. Forget the standardized testing, forget the school ratings....THIS is how I am judged ASAP teacher - by the lives I have touched and the students I have impacted. </div><div><br></div><div>Saturday started out pretty lazy with some pancakes and cartoons, ending with my college roommate, Lauren and her husband and son coming over for appetizers, pizza, football and drinks. Although our evening ended at nine (instead of starting at 10:00!), there were great conversations, lots of laughs at two toddlers figuring each other out, and a certain coziness emanating through our home. </div><div><br></div><div>Sunday has found us going grocery shopping, lazily decorating for Halloween, playing on the patio in the fabulous fall weather and now sitting on the couch, eating chips and dip while watching football. </div><div><br></div><div>And although my lessons are ready to go, but my laundry is piling up...my soul is calm and satisfied. This is why I quit coaching...so that I could slow down my life and enjoy the littlest moments with my not-so-little girl.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T65O8kJgjEE/UlHc-Hu2y-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/gjj5Am0BUs4/s640/blogger-image-1316657945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T65O8kJgjEE/UlHc-Hu2y-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/gjj5Am0BUs4/s640/blogger-image-1316657945.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Momma!" She exclaimed, "We match!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And speaking of that not-so-little girl, if you ask her, she is most certainly NOT a baby, but a BIG girl. She is a potty-trained, skinny jean wearing, imaginary playing, number counting....pre-schooler. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And as I whispered in her ear last night as we prayed before bedtime, I am so glad she's mine. </div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-19159858688503789452013-09-29T15:25:00.001-05:002013-09-29T15:25:54.526-05:00Safe and SoundI spent Saturday morning holding my godson, watching my daughter play with his older sister while I chatted with their mother, Kate. <div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-22298558736394673952013-09-17T07:18:00.001-05:002013-09-19T21:52:35.545-05:00The Girl and the ChairDear Natalie,<div><br></div><div>This morning you balled up your fists tightly next to your skinny waist and yelled "NO" at me through a scrunched red face. As soon as your voice left your mouth, you got quiet and your eyes grew round. Stunned by the power of your own voice, the strength of your desires and the effect your words have on other people. </div><div><br></div><div>I stood very still as I contemplated my next move. Discipline....yes. That needed to occur. But I had to steady my reeling emotions before I grasped you too hard or spoke too harshly. </div><div><br></div><div>But within the anger and frustration that swelled in my throat, also resided a sense of accomplishment and pride. Because, you see, you were annoyed that I had foiled your plans by asking you to drag your chair back to the table in your playroom, when you were about to enact your clever scheme. </div><div><br></div><div>I had placed the iPad just out of your reach on the bedroom bookshelf, in what surely must have appeared as an exciting challenge to you, instead of an impossible obstacle. But you didn't just throw yourself on the ground in another toddler tantrum. No. You, my dear, saw the bigger picture and hatched a plan. You gathered your materials quietly and set your eyes on the prize. For this fact, I am deeply proud. </div><div><br></div><div>I see a little girl emerging that has confidence in herself combined with cunning intelligence and little to no fear. This combination is wildly unpredictable, completely impossible to stop and sometimes even dangerous. </div><div><br></div><div>I am more than okay with this. </div><div><br></div><div>Because someday, honey, there will be a time when someone tells you, "you can't do that." They will challenge your intelligence, doubt your capabilities and mistrust your intuition. They will discourage you from grabbing that chair, they will insist that you will get hurt, or that they have a far superior plan. </div><div><br></div><div>This is when I am begging you to ball up your fists and shout, "No!" Give them that same determined glare you gave me this morning. The one that is frighteningly fierce and warns of impending doom if anyone were to get in your way. </div><div><br></div><div>Then climb on the damn chair and leave them standing in your shadow. </div><div><br></div><div>With love from your fellow chair climber, </div><div>Momma</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-59698478951804931902013-09-13T21:25:00.001-05:002013-09-13T21:25:00.312-05:00Teacher Style Week Three<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here we are at the end of the third week of school....which, if you're curious, has been the hardest one to date. Perhaps it was the end of the honeymoon period for the kids, or maybe it was the two tests I gave, but I am WIPED OUT. Our Friday night consisted of dinner at Chilis and taking in the varsity volleyball game. Craig is currently fighting the bedtime battle with Natalie and I'm not far behind. My DVR and cozy pillows are calling my name. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But first, here is what I wore this week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0xk_yNTeiPk/UjPI9ZvrxkI/AAAAAAAAC14/vompwy26e2E/s640/blogger-image-496938188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0xk_yNTeiPk/UjPI9ZvrxkI/AAAAAAAAC14/vompwy26e2E/s640/blogger-image-496938188.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gray pants found on sale (buy one, get one free) at New York and Company outlet store. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Purple ruffled tank bought a few years ago from Ann Taylor Loft outlet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Black sweater from Old Navy? Maybe? Not really sure...I've had it a LONG time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The shoes are chunky heeled, round toe patent leather with a fun stitched pattern - and actually fairly comfortable!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Necklace is from Charming Charlie's. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hair was down and straight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uQD4HMdzOnU/UjPI-r34n4I/AAAAAAAAC2A/0HNgBR_yzWg/s640/blogger-image--1464070648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uQD4HMdzOnU/UjPI-r34n4I/AAAAAAAAC2A/0HNgBR_yzWg/s640/blogger-image--1464070648.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Ugh. Tuesday was rough. Natalie had been up and down all Monday night so this outfit was thrown together in a rush because I was dragging to get out of bed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">White sweater from Ann Taylor outlet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Black pants bought full price (but totally worth it) from The Limited. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The turquoise flats were actually my wedding shoes that I wore under my dress!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My necklace is from Charming Charlie's and my bangs were proofed and then pinned back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tdALnnAo1uk/UjPHSHC4MuI/AAAAAAAAC1c/C6BkxGg1Z0I/s640/blogger-image-1266843067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tdALnnAo1uk/UjPHSHC4MuI/AAAAAAAAC1c/C6BkxGg1Z0I/s640/blogger-image-1266843067.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">SPIRIT DAY!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Skinny jeans from Old Navy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A Rangers Napoli shirt (shout out to my Grandma) from Dick's Sporting Goods. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Black leather sandals from Old Navy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hair is in an easy wet bun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-095OoBfxDfg/UjPHXfr_KWI/AAAAAAAAC1k/eDCwR5pByAg/s640/blogger-image-993654520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-095OoBfxDfg/UjPHXfr_KWI/AAAAAAAAC1k/eDCwR5pByAg/s640/blogger-image-993654520.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Fun, fun fun! I loved this outfit because it was a little out of my comfort zone, but at the same time...it made me feel pretty fabulous. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Necklace from Charming Charlie's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pink shirt bought on sale at Ann Taylor Loft outlet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Skirt was $30 on clearance at White House,Black Market! And has pockets!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Spes bought two years ago at DSW. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hair was normal. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pR1B-Tjy-zs/UjPI8I5Zn0I/AAAAAAAAC1w/YmnlRbg3ImQ/s640/blogger-image--1744394482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pR1B-Tjy-zs/UjPI8I5Zn0I/AAAAAAAAC1w/YmnlRbg3ImQ/s640/blogger-image--1744394482.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I got three compliments on this shirt before the school day even officially got started! Craig bought it for me for my birthday....from Anthropologie. I know. It was a splurge,but I absolutely adore it. It's a breezy material but with lots of fun designs and details. He did a great job picking it out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">White camisole from Target, skinny jeans from Target and earrings from New York and Company. Instead of a boring old ponytail, I stole a look from my students and braided my bangs back and gathered them into my ponytail holder. It was easy but still something a little different from my normal look. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So....I've realized that I have a minor addiction to Ann Taylor. And is it weird that I know exactly where I bout EVERY single item of my clothes?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And do you like my designs on the photos? Check out the photo editing app called Rhonna Designs. It does cost a small amount, but it is GOOD. Better than Instagram and My Beautiful Mess. I bought it for free a few days ago through the Apps Gone Free app which features apps that normally cost something but are currently free through iTunes. Kind of like Groupon for apps. </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Alright. That's enough for tonight. It's 9:15, which is fifteen minutes past my bedtime. </div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-2695415750755103432013-09-11T21:18:00.001-05:002013-09-11T21:18:42.284-05:00Three Weeks InLooking through my recent posts....and even so at the endless list of unfinished drafts that have accumulated in my Blogger homepage, it's obvious to me that the school year is definitely upon us. <div><br></div><div>I'm two days away from submitting my first progress reports as a full-time math and algebra teacher. Tomorrow marks the second volleyball game for my 8th graders. Open House has come and gone and today I finished up grading the first official math test of the new school year. </div><div><br></div><div>Despite the warm temperatures, fall is in full swing and life is hitting the high gear. </div><div><br></div><div>Here in our home, we are chugging along, all of us adjusting to the new schedule in our own way. Here are just a few of the highlights.</div><div><br></div><div>We had to buy a new car seat (Graco Nautilus) for Natalie to use in my car so that her feet and knees wouldn't hit the back of my seat. Craig also needed a seat in his car for the days when I just can't leave work before five o'clock. </div><div><br></div><div>Yes. I know that I quit coaching n order to be at home more and not spend so much time at school....but if I'm going to take on the responsibility of teaching 8th grade math and algebra, then I'm going to do it right. And sometimes, doing it right means staying late after school to plan lessons, grade papers or give tutorials. </div><div><br></div><div>I started back up with Bible Study in my little town, which is led by the uber talented Jen Wilkin, who happens to be the sister-in-law of one of my dearest friends, Emily. It's two hours of fellowship and faith with similarly minded women every Tuesday night....and it is wonderful. My brain loves a good challenge and as challenging as planning curriculum and managing the education of 150+ students is....I need something that is both challenging AND spiritually fulfilling. </div><div><br></div><div>Natalie has been having night terrors lately which basically consist of her waking us up around midnight with screaming sobs, only for us to find her out of bed and huddled on the floor behind her door, dripping in sweat and shaking. No wonder the little dear has such a fear of bedtime! We had a "come to Jesus" about her bedtime antics the other night (after we had battled her whack-a-mole routine for an hour) and all I can say is THANK GOODNESS for language skills! She was able to tell us that she gets scared at night because of dreams....and because Mommy and Daddy get mad at her for being out of bed. Ouch. Hearing that come out of the mouth of your precious, innocent child is a swift kick in the gut. Needless to say, our bedtime routine AND expectations have changed. No more frustration (at least visible to her), no more closed doors, no more raised voices. Just loving cuddles, lots of stories, a cracked door and the hall bathroom light left on. Hopefully this will help soothe her troubled sleeping pattern. </div><div><br></div><div>All through the past three weeks of school, I've been asked by students, co-workers and parents.....DO I MISS COACHING? And at the end of the first week, as I exited the building at 4:45 to go have a relaxing evening with my family while the volleyball team practiced until well past 5:30....the answer was and still is a resounding NO. The truth is, if I had to have coached this year, I would have done it to the best of my ability because that's the kind of team player that I am. But as I sat in the stands last week watching the first game for my 8th graders, I felt relieved. I now have the fun job - I sit, I watch, I cheer and I congratulate. That's it. I can marvel in their talent and tell them how proud I am of their accomplishments. I don't have to worry about playing time or skill development, inter-team squabbles or outsmarting the opponent. I just get to be encouraging and supportive. THAT is a role that I can wholeheartedly sink my teeth into. </div><div><br></div><div>So I guess life is pretty good right now. Sure there are the daily stresses of juggling laundry, meals, housework, child care and some semblance of a romantic marriage, but when I lay my head on my pillow at night....I'm content. </div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-43810825645711973482013-09-07T07:48:00.001-05:002013-09-07T08:15:53.567-05:00Teacher Style Week 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This week was all about repurposing items in my closet that I already had and combining them to make fun new outfits. The weather here in north Texas is still pretty warm (okay, HOT) so I'm sticking with capris and light fabrics for the time being. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8aaNLc92joc/Uisgmx-qhhI/AAAAAAAAC08/NzWuxXJnbDw/s640/blogger-image-2141219342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8aaNLc92joc/Uisgmx-qhhI/AAAAAAAAC08/NzWuxXJnbDw/s640/blogger-image-2141219342.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tuesday</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Blue faux denim tunic - bought last summer from Old Navy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">White Capri pants - bought on sale from Ann Taylor last summer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Black rope sandals - Target</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hair - just straightened and normal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L77o4D5OjPM/UisgoWI0u1I/AAAAAAAAC1E/CbERGGCBJoA/s640/blogger-image-2006001959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L77o4D5OjPM/UisgoWI0u1I/AAAAAAAAC1E/CbERGGCBJoA/s640/blogger-image-2006001959.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wednesday - this outfit was probably the one I got complimented on the most and the hilarious thing is that I've had all these things FOREVER!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cream flower shirt - found on sale at Ann Taylor a LONG time ago</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Brown belt - bought at Kohl's two years ago</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Black cotton skirt (with pockets!) - I have no idea where I got it but I know that I wore it while I was pregnant with Natalie because its soft and stretchy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Brown sandals - purchased a few years ago from Old Navy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gold and pearl necklace - birthday present</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hair - parted down the middle and then pulled back and put half up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This outfit was a risk for me I wasn't sure how my breaking the "no black and brown together" would go, but I think because I neutralized them with the gold and cream...it turned out pretty cute! 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Jeans day means cropped skinny jeans (really just skinny jeans that shrunk but still fit everywhere else), my favorite FMS shirt (because it lists all the running awards we earned during my time coaching) and the comfiest of shoes - my blue canvas Toms. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hair - put up in a wet bun, straight out of the shower</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next week brings with it the highly anticipated start of middle school football...because it means an extra day of wind pants (disguised as Spirit Day) and/or a fun dress up day to show our support for the school. </div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-59301163996099868272013-08-30T21:40:00.001-05:002013-08-30T21:40:28.319-05:00Teacher Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
School started this week and overall...it's been pretty good. Of course, I've been a little stressed getting all my ducks in a row and making sure that I've covered all my bases for six different classes. BUT. I get to work at 7:45 and leave by 4:45. Every single day. This fact alone makes up for the fact that I now have to worry about Special Ed accommodations, preparing students for a state standardized test and having to manage the grades for over 150 students. </div>
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Full disclaimer: No. The heels did not last all day at school. Here is the trick - heels in the hallway and slippers in the classroom.</div>
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All week long I got comments from students and teachers alike, all exclaiming how strange (but nice) it was to see me in "real" clothes and not athletic shorts and t-shirts. And let's be honest - I still totally love my comfy clothes, but it's nice to pull out all my fabulous dresses, heels and jewelry from my closet and show them off.</div>
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<i>To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.</i></div>
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These are the words that Craig and I spoke to each other three and a half years ago in front of family and friends, prompted by the husband of my best friend. I have no problem admitting that at the time, these vows were just words - the things I had to say in order to sign my marriage license. It wasn't that I didn't take them seriously, it's that I had the naivete and general blind confidence of a blushing bride and almost newlywed. I walked down that aisle and said those vows with an air of "no big deal...we GOT this." </div>
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I'm not sure what I thought marriage was going to be....an extension of the fairytale we lived in the months of dating that led up to our wedding?</div>
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But here I am.</div>
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It's three and a half years later and I'm trying to wrap my brain around that one little sentence we recited to each other on the day of our gorgeous outdoor wedding on a sunny day in March of 2010.</div>
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We've done the sickness and health bit. I had an appendectomy, a c-section and a debilitating bout with Postpartum Depression. Craig has had multiple knee scopes, a shoulder surgery and his gall bladder removed. We have figured out how to nurse each other back to health pretty easy.</div>
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Then there is the better, worse, richer and poorer part.</div>
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That's where we are at right now.</div>
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I don't generally write about our marriage very much because, quite frankly...there's not a whole bunch to talk about. We are generally agreeable with each other. There aren't any major disagreements or outbursts. We approach life as a team and rarely do we bicker or fight.<br />
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And we're definitely not bickering or fighting right now even though by all accounts, we certainly should be.<br />
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But we do have our backs against the wall. We are the epitome of the old cliche, "between a rock and a hard place." Tough decisions have been made and although it was the right choice...it was a difficult one.<br />
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One that affected my husband far more than it did me. <br />
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And that's where I'm learning about "for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer" part of marriage. This is where I'm learning about my realm of control - I can't fight his battles for him, nor is it my job to do so. But I can be supportive and appreciative. I can listen when he needs to vent and I can give advice when asked. I can remind him of the reasons I love him - his loyalty, generosity, sense of humor and dedication. <br />
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And of course, those sparkly blue eyes and gorgeous blond curls.<br />
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As with everything, this is simply a season in life and it too shall pass. We will hold steadfastly to each other through this storm and then someday when the seas are calm, we will look back and understand that the storm was instrumental in creating a solid marriage.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-53549523355777998372013-08-20T20:11:00.001-05:002013-08-20T20:11:28.008-05:00Tuesday Nights<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hllQv5plGkU/UhQTvUluitI/AAAAAAAACzs/ch37gNrlshc/s640/blogger-image--1273627316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hllQv5plGkU/UhQTvUluitI/AAAAAAAACzs/ch37gNrlshc/s640/blogger-image--1273627316.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This was the scene in my bed tonight as Natalie watched The Lion King with the requisite blankie and stuffed animals. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At one point Craig was also on the bed, curled up with our little girl in between us. He looked over at me, smiled and wryly said, "did you ever imagine that this would be your Tuesday nights?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I know what answer he expected me to give. Something about my younger (wilder) days. About happy hours and control of the remote. Times spent with fabulous dinners, delicious drinks and all my friends. For me to wax poetic about coming home to a quiet, peaceful apartment where my only plans included a drink and a good book. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But that wouldn't be the truth. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I looked back at him, glancing past my two pups and the curly headed girl immersed in her "baby lion" movie and I said, "yes, this is actually exactly what I imagined."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's certainly not glamorous or fancy....but it's home.</div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-6879182369686479502013-08-18T19:26:00.000-05:002013-08-18T19:26:09.464-05:00Our Last Day...<div style="text-align: center;">
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watching multiple movies.</div>
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taking a nap on the couch with Angie.</div>
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getting Chili's To-Go.</div>
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sipping on a cocktail.</div>
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We are ready for the school year.......I think.</div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-16813759078810299482013-08-06T22:01:00.002-05:002013-08-06T22:01:30.867-05:00On the Eve of ThirtySo here I am on the edge of thirty...less than twelve hours away, actually. <br />
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I'm sitting in bed with a beautiful little girl who is curled up with her favorite stuffed animals under a blanket watching The Jungle Book. My husband of three years is sitting on the computer downstairs, presumably working on something related to the sale of baseball cards on eBay. I live in a spacious three bedroom, two and one half bath home that has an awesome playroom for my girl upstairs. In the upcoming month I will enter my ninth year of teaching in the same district who hired me straight out of college. Although not large, I have a wonderful group of friends with whom I share a unique bond with each and every one.<br />
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Ten years ago...<br />
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I was a single Pi Phi girl living in an apartment near the University of North Texas with my very good friend, Elaine. There were lots of men in town, but none that were really worth keeping around for longer than a few months. Elaine an I lived in a modestly furnished two bedroom, two bathroom apartment that was close enough to campus so that we could both walk to our classes. I was about to start my junior year of college and was entering the true "education" portion of my college degree while also working as an after-school day care worker. I knew the life I eventually wanted to live but I had absolutely no idea as to how I would get there.<br />
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But yet, ten years later...here I am. With everything I ever envisioned I wanted...sitting in the palm of my hand. It was my degree in education at North Texas that led me to student teaching in my current district which ended up in my hired position at my old school. That's where I met Craig which turned into a marriage and a transfer to my current job as well as the beautiful girl that I have the pleasure to call my own. <br />
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Looking back it's amazing to me the amazing adventures (and misadventures) that took place in a mere ten years.<br />
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As I sit here tonight, I am far more emotional about my 30th birthday than I ever imagined I would be. I'm not sad and I'm not depressed but instead I'm overwhelmed at the many different facets of love I have in my life. <br />
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There is the unconditional love I feel from my parents - a love I truly didn't understand until I gave birth to Natalie. <br />
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There is the day-to-day love I share with Craig as well as the I'm-with-you-until-your-dying-day passion that I have for him. <br />
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I have my close group of friends, with each of whom I share the most unique and intimate relationship - in a different way, they each fill my soul with so much laughter, support and joy. <br />
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And then even on top of the love I have for my friends, it's amazing to me how much I adore their children...I didn't give birth to any of them, but yet my heart swells with pride and love when I am with them just the same as with my Natalie. <br />
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Then there are the puppy dogs who show such love and devotion to me, but who have absolutely no idea how much peace and comfort they also provide. <br />
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And then with my students...I never knew that I could love and care for the children of strangers as much as I do. If you are in my school then I care about your education and your overall well-being.<br />
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Which brings me to Natalie. I look at her and I am absolutely amazed. She is not only incredibly gorgeous and smart but funny and athletic as well. And I helped to create her. What in the hell did I do in my life that was so awesome as to deserve such an amazing creature for a daughter?! <br />
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Above all, there is a God that has given me the gift and grace of life here on Earth. He alone has provided me the brains the the brawn to go after what I wanted, whether it was a husband or a job...and the sensibility to know when to stop looking and just be content with what I was given.<br />
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So I guess that's all I have to say about my 30th birthday. Thanks for all the love I've been shown in my life - hopefully I can repay it in my next 30 years.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-88890703796220437072013-08-05T20:50:00.003-05:002013-08-05T20:50:43.371-05:00Thirty for Thirty On Wednesday I will turn thirty.....so here are thirty things you might not know about me!<br />
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1. I have only broken one bone in my life - my left forearm when I was five years old. My middle brother shoved me head first into a trailer and I landed on my arm.<br />
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2. I hate mushrooms. I think it has to do with the texture.<br />
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3. If I had to choose a last meal, I would have my mother cook me her full Thanksgiving feast complete with ham, cornbread dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes and green bean casserole.<br />
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4. At the end of my first full year in the classroom, I was one of three finalists for the district wide "New Teacher of the Year" award.<br />
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5. While I was in college (and even afterwards) I attended several midnight book releases and movie premieres of Harry Potter with my roomie at the time, Lauren.<br />
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6. My favorite sport to watch is football while baseball is so utterly boring to me.<br />
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7. When I was in 9th grade, my choir director called me an underachiever. To my face. In front of all my peers.<br />
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8. I only played volleyball in middle school because I hated being in off-season because all we did was run!<br />
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9. When I was very small, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always, "a boy."<br />
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10. I slept with my favorite Cabbage Patch doll all through high school. <br />
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11. I've had braces three separate times - once in elementary school, once in junior high and then again during my sophomore year of college.<br />
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12. When I was in college, I was a member of the Pi Beta Phi sorority. During my four years I served as Intramurals Chair (sophomore year) and Membership Chair (junior year) and then finally became a Rho Gamma (recruitment counselor) with my friend <a href="http://www.theperfectcatchblog.com/" target="_blank">Chelsea</a>, during rush my senior year.<br />
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13. When it comes to truly SERIOUS boyfriends...I've only had about three. And I married the third one.<br />
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14. My favorite football player is Tim Tebow. Don't hate.<br />
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15. I got stung on the cheek by a bee when I was in elementary school and my dad tried to "heal" it with bleach rubbed on the affected area. I spent the entire summer with a big burn and scab on my cheek.<br />
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16. I have watched every single episode of every season of The Real Housewives of OC, Beverly Hills, New York and New Jersey. <br />
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17. When I graduated high school, I was six feet tall and 135 pounds. One of those measurements is still true.<br />
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18. There are a lot of rules when I eat a meal - the most important being that my food does not touch.<br />
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19. In the past ten years, I have travelled to...Seattle, Antigua, the Bahamas, Florida, Maine, Las Vegas, Virginia, Oklahoma, London, Paris, Rome, Venice, Naples, Torino, Sorrento, Munich, Berlin and Amsterdam.<br />
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20. If given the choice, I would not wear pants. Shorts, yes. Pants, no.<br />
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21. My least favorite word is "moist." It used to also be "panties" but now with Natalie running around in Ariel panties, that word has become more tolerable...almost to the point of cute. Because a toddler's booty in panties is absolutely adorable.<br />
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22. The family dachshund we had while I was growing up once bit me right above my left eye. If you look closely, you can still see the scar.<br />
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23. I am eight and eleven years younger than my brothers...but just as tall as they are - if not taller.<br />
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24. My dream concert would include performances from The Doors, Kings of Leon, the Beatles, U2, Madonna, Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake and Mumford & Sons. <br />
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25. If I could choose five people to host at my house for dinner, I would invite my grandma, Barack Obama, Bono and Jon Stewart.<br />
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26. I hate being the center of attention and all my bridal and baby showers totally stressed me out.<br />
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27. When no one else is in the car with me, I turn on T.I., Kanye and Jay-Z. At full blast.<br />
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28. My mother is half Italian, half Cajun and speaks Italian, French and English fluently. My father grew up in rural west Texas and went to college on a football scholarship. They have lived in the same house longer than I have been alive.<br />
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29. If I had been born a boy, my name would have been Timothy Earl.<br />
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30. All through middle school and most of high school my goal was to go to A&M and become an architect. After a college visit to Aggieland and a year spent working after-school care at the YMCA, I changed my plan and went to North Texas to become a teacher.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-14227631870217758172013-07-31T12:59:00.001-05:002013-07-31T12:59:24.565-05:00Wednesday Morning MeltdownNatalie threw it down today at gymnastics. <br />
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It was big, ugly and embarrassing. <br />
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And of course it all happened on the day her beloved Nonna came with camera in hand to watch Natalie do gymnastics.<br />
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And it was an epic, epic, EPIC fail.<br />
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Tears upon entering, then a refusal to do any sort of warm-up which led to me having to go into the gym area and sit against the wall so she would do the activity. I wasn't pleased with her non-compliance and with having to be THAT mom sitting in the gym, but at least she wasn't crying anymore.<br />
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But then it came to the end of class. Ugh.<br />
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She followed another little girl out of the gym for whatever reason and came to sit with me. Shortly after sitting in my lap the class began gathering together for their end-of-class game which is always finished with a stamp on the hand for each gymnast. <br />
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Of course, she wanted to go back in to play the game...so I let her. <br />
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But then she came right back out. <br />
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And then wanted to go back in.<br />
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Oh no. I was having NONE of that so I looked her square in the eye and told her to make a choice - either go into the gym and play the game or put her shoes on to go home. She ran excitedly back into the gym....and then promptly laid down on a mat with tears in her eyes. <br />
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Done. I was done.<br />
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I marched in there, picked her up off the mat and informed her it was time to go home and that there would be NO stopping at Chick Fil-A today. And if that didn't upset her enough, as I was putting on her shoes, she saw all the kids lining up to get their stamps. Not upsetting in and of itself obviously, but she was absolutely pushed over the edge when I told her that she was not getting a stamp today.<br />
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Wherever you are right now as you read this...I'm sure you could hear her wails. I was the WORST. MOMMY. EVER. because I didn't let her get the stamp. Was that a little harsh for a two-year-old? Perhaps some people might say so, but in my world-view...if you don't do the work, then you don't get to reap the rewards. Parenting for the next eighteen years compared to the next five minutes. Sounds good on paper but sometimes the most difficult thing to enforce.<br />
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But it was so hard. Because she was so outrageously angry. And my mother was there to see the whole thing go down. Natalie screamed on the way home - "Nastics! Stamp!" She was begging for a re-do - an opportunity to go back and do what she knows she is supposed to do.<br />
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The fit carried the entire way back home, into the house and didn't stop until Craig came home from running errands. He was able to get her calmed down, allowed me time to eat dinner in relative solitude and then took her upstairs for a much needed nap. By the time she finished her lunch and was heading to night-night there were lots of hugs, kisses and "I'm sorry, Momma" given out - obviously she was ready to move on from the morning's meltdown. Me on the other hand? I'm still shaking. My jaw aches from being clenched and my legs feel like I just ran 10 miles because I was tensed up for the entire saga. <br />
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I felt (feel?!) like an utter failure as a parent. And yes, I know that the other parents there have all been through similar tantrums like Natalie's, but...it's just different when it's YOUR child that's being carried out of the building screaming like a banshee and flailing like a fish washed up on shore.<br />
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One of the biggest things I have always struggled with in my life is my pursuit of perfection. I expect it of myself, of others and now, apparently from Natalie. Well, it's not that I expect HER to be perfect, but I expect her to behave appropriately because I'M "perfect" and instilling the right values and expectations in her. So by that measure, I failed today because I didn't set her up for success or respond appropriately to her emotions in a way that would encourage her to finish the class.<br />
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I know, I know, I KNOW. She's a toddler. They do things like this. It's just a phase. We can't always control everything they do and we can only control our reactions to them. <br />
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I understand all that - heck, I even BLOGGED about that last sentence awhile back when I talked about technology. But understanding it from an outsider's point of view and being right there in the thick of it are two entirely different things.<br />
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Of course after Craig got her down for a nap, he came downstairs to talk and I immediately swore off ever taking her to another gymnastics class FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN. Because THAT'S how angry, frustrated and embarrassed I was at her behavior. <br />
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But in reality, I'm terrified. I'm scared at how much I wanted for her to behave and be GOOD at gymnastics. I'm completely aware of how neurotic I'm being about a two-year-old's extracurricular activity. I get that I'm just a teensy bit insane for worrying this much about something that in the grand scheme of things will be terribly inconsequential. But I'm afraid of how much worse it's going to get as I watch her grow up, try out for sports teams, get cut out from a group of friends, struggle with schoolwork... It's not that I want to protect her from everything that is bad, but I want her to be the kind of kid that just naturally excels at stuff because I was that kind of person. School, sports and friends came pretty easily to me. Of course, there were bumps along the road but for the most part, I didn't struggle learning concepts, getting playing time or maintaining friendships. I want that for her because from experience, it's a pretty sweet life to live.<br />
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Yikes.<br />
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I should probably relax and have a cocktail to take the edge off.<br />
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So in closing...she will be going to gymnastics next week. It will be my 30th birthday so I might just let Craig take her while I go get my nails done. <br />
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But more than that, I think days like today are ultimately for the best. It causes me to reexamine my own parenting decisions as well as the motivation from those decisions. I'm forced to explore the reason WHY this incident bothered me so much - was it strictly from frustration, why did I feel embarrassed, what do I really expect from a toddler? It's these questions that are going to help propel me to parent Natalie more thoughtfully and with a broader view of the type of woman I want to raise. Of course I want her to be a remarkable young lady but I also know that if I put too much pressure on her that I will crush her spirit and cause such deep resentment from her to me. As much as it is against my nature, I must step back and allow her the freedom and luxury of making a mistake and then learning from it in order to become a better person.<br />
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My twenties have been absolutely amazing but I also know that life doesn't stop being amazing just because of a number change.</div>
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Dated many of the wrong men in a quest to find the right man, but in the process I kept my friends highly entertained with my dating adventures.<br />
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Traveled to Europe three times - once with my parents, another with a high school girlfriend and the final time with my husband.<br />
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Gained a certain understanding of the many facets of L-O-V-E. <br />
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Lived on my own for two and a half glorious years of freedom, independence and lots and lots of partying.<br />
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Continued nurturing old friendships and created new ones that will last the upcoming years.<br />
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Adopted two dogs who desperately needed homes and have become such an integral and comforting part of my life.<br />
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Met, dated and married my best friend who keeps me giggling most days and safe all the time.</div>
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Coached and mentored countless number of girls through seven volleyball season.<br />
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Delighted in raising a daughter and discovering the different aspects of her sweet spirit everyday.<br />
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A few years ago I went to the 30th birthday of a friend of mine and everyone asked her the inevitable question - was she sad about turning thirty and leaving her twenties behind...</div>
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Her thoughtful answer has always stuck with me.</div>
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She talked about the turbulence of her twenties, the transition from college student, to teacher to wife and then to mother. There was so much change and so many "who am I" questions to answer. But about her thirties, she expressed that she knows who she is - she is a wife, she is a mother and she is a follower of Christ. Her core being is stable and secure.</div>
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This is where I'm at.</div>
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I started my twenties as a frivolous college student, searching for the next hot guy and the next greatest party. I struggled with the transition to the working world as a teacher - desperately trying to keep my weekend persona separate from my weekday responsibilities. I met my husband, got tired of the bar scene and spent my weekends just hanging out and falling in love. We bought a house, got married, had a daughter and weathered the storm of PPD. </div>
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And now...here I am.</div>
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On the doorstep to my thirties and I'm excited.</div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-3500698855811853592013-07-28T20:56:00.000-05:002013-07-28T20:56:04.286-05:00Let It Be<div style="text-align: center;">
When it comes to that proverbial fork in the road, I have no problem choosing a path and then staying the course. I will not look back nor will I second guess. I trust my gut and stubbornly see it through even if the path I chose is riddled with snakes, shadows and stickers. It might not be the path everyone else would have chosen and rarely is it the easiest path...but it's MY path and I'm always bound and determined to prove to people that there is a light at the end of any tunnel. </div>
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My life has always had a plan and a path to follow. From going to college to getting a job and then settling down to get married and have a child. I've checked off all the MAJOR life decisions that must be made....so what comes next?</div>
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I feel like we are sitting in purgatory. No path to follow and no course to take. We're just sitting here stagnant and for the longest time, this is what I thought I wanted. Well, I DO want my little family of Craig, Natalie and the pups but I'm not completely sold on the fact that the busy suburbs are where we are supposed to be.</div>
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And then you add in the weird place that Craig is in right now. He is a wonderfully talented and incredibly intelligent basketball coach - he has the perfect mixture of a deep understanding of the more technical aspects of basketball and the ability to nurture, inspire and lead his girls to become not just strong basketball players, but good all-around athletes. I love watching him coach because by knowing him so well, I can almost see the wheels turning as he paces the side line with his hands behind his back and his eyebrows furrowed. But I'm not sure if he's completely satisfied with the career he has carved out for himself at this point in time. </div>
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This is what frustrates me. I can't solve this problem for him. I can't tell him what to do, how to do it or when he needs to do it. </div>
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I hate feeling helpless. I hate not having a plan.</div>
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Friday night as I was driving home from his basketball tournament, I turned on the Pandora on my iPhone and just prayed that God would put the perfect song in rotation - one that whose message would soothe my anxious soul and help me calm my frizzy brain.</div>
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This is what came blaring through the speakers.</div>
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I might have teared up a bit as "when you find yourself in times of trouble..." floated throughout my car.</div>
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So that is the message God wanted me to hear. To LET. IT. BE. To give Craig the time and space to figure out his own life while I just serve as his faithful and supportive wife. </div>
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And then a second thought occurred to me. What a selfish and ungrateful person I am. Here I am, about to embark on the dream job I had my sights set on when I graduated from college eight years ago. This math job is the result of thousands of prayers and mindful faithfulness over the past few years and I'm practically ready to throw it away with both hands because I want something different.</div>
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In that moment, I sat completely humbled in my car and remembered my place in this universe. My job is not to make demands but instead to be grateful for the unbelievable gifts God has bestowed upon me. So I am shutting my mouth, opening my heart and waiting for God to unveil the next step in my family's life....in His perfect time and with His unwavering grace. </div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08154281767386215271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755267304929646604.post-62525335721791452312013-07-28T20:55:00.002-05:002013-07-28T20:56:31.095-05:00Back to School!Apparently I've been posting about the new school year entirely too much on Facebook because I was called out by my fellow teachers to basically...shut the hell up about "back to school." But what can I say? I'm totally, genuinely, 100% excited about my new adventures in the classroom. Of course I'm anticipating those moments when I'm sitting at my desk with my head in my hands and tears in my eyes, desperately wishing for the simpler days when all I worried about was a practice plan for volleyball. I'm not under any illusions that this adventure I'm about to embark upon is going to be easy, carefree or devoid of any bumps in the road. <br />
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But for the past seven years I have started the year with a certain sense of dread - dreading the fact that I will, for the next two months, be required to arrive at school at 7:15 and on game nights I will not be leaving until 9:00 or so. I'm just excited about having the CHOICE to leave at 4:15 if it's been a long day and I'm just ready to get the hell out of dodge and go see my family. <br />
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So in my excitement, I've been hitting up Pinterest to see what kinds of cool ideas I can start implementing in my own classroom this year.<br />
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<a href="https://www.remind101.com/" target="_blank">Remind 101:</a> An easy way to send out a mass text from an anonymous phone number to all my students and teachers about upcoming assignments, important dates or tests.</div>
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<a href="http://www.scoop.it/t/visual-digital-texts/p/3996099632/great-classroom-poster-don-t-be-mean-behind-the-screen" target="_blank">THINK:</a> A great message for kids about their digital citizenship.</div>
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<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/teachers-assistant-pro-track/id391643755?mt=8" target="_blank">Teacher's Assistant Pro:</a> An easy way to keep track of attendance, tardies and general behavior in my class. Great for parent-teacher emails, phone calls and conferences - much easier than writing it all down!</div>
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<a href="http://www.pinchingyourpennies.com/2012/04/make-your-own-quote-wall/" target="_blank">Modpodge Printables:</a> While coaching, I was the queen of clever sayings that made it easy for my girls to remember exactly what I expected from them. This would be a great way to continue those sayings and bring them into the classroom.</div>
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<a href="http://indulgy.com/post/uDgCOSLVE1/scrap-fabric-valance-and-mini-lights" target="_blank">Scrap Fabric Curtains:</a> Oh yes...these are definitely going up in my room. I am terrible at sewing so I think this will be MUCH easier for me to complete in order to add some pizazz to my classroom!</div>
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<a href="http://thenotsoblankcanvas.blogspot.com/2012/09/threadbare-memories.html" target="_blank">T-shirt Canvases:</a> Tossing out my team t-shirts is going to be the HARDEST thing for me to do because with every t-shirt comes along memories of that year's team and games. So instead of throwing them all out when they get worn, how cool would it be to display them around my room?</div>
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/77201029/everybody-is-a-genius-albert-einstein?ref=v1_other_2" target="_blank">Albert Einstein Quote:</a> This is one of my favorite quotes because I think it really emulates the direction modern education is going. I HAVE to realize that every child is coming to us with such different abilities and it is my responsibility to make sure they are learning in a manner that helps them understand. </div>
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<a href="http://www.technologyrocksseriously.com/2011/11/fair.html" target="_blank">Fair is NOT Equal:</a> Again, another quote...but this one is super important for kids to learn.</div>
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/156546351/printable-binder-covers-monogram-chevron" target="_blank">Printable Binder Covers:</a> I've got three fabulous girls heading up Student Council this year and I want to set the tone for how the year is going to go. I'm putting together exec binders for the girls that will be kept in the StuCo room and since I've got those three girls - why not go super cute and girly with the covers?</div>
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