Saturday, September 27, 2014
Matt. 18:2-4 :
He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
I was displaced from the high school where I'd worked as a paraprofessional/Teacher Assistant for 14 years. I transferred to an elementary school, choosing the one where my three "bonus" (AKA step) grandkids attend. I was assigned to work in a class with 1st-3rd graders in the ACE program - an alternative curriculum based on their particular needs. There are 5 children with Downs, and 2 autistic. It is very different from my previous experience!
But God gives us grace. And yesterday during "Centers" ( a recreational period in which 3-4 "centers" of activity are offered) I found myself sitting in on the "kitchen" center - mainly to make sure the 3 girls shared nicely. I modeled polite society: "May I please have a plate? Would you like some soda?" (pour from a wee plastic cola bottle into a wee cup and pretend to drink). The girls delighted in serving me plastic donuts, cake, and ice cream. "Mmmm, this is delicious - did you make this yourself?" And to top it off, one of the girls - who betimes has been a little stinker, to put it mildly - sat behind me with a plastic doll brush and a thing that looks like a little bowl with a clear plastic bubble over it, encasing colored beads, for whatever purpose - erstwhile serving as a pot of stew to cook over the plastic stove, but now some hair product. She dipped the brush in this make-believe product and brushed my hair, every now and then instructing me to put my head back more. "Are you making me beautiful?" I ask. "Uh-huh," she answers.
Part of achieving success with children is building a relationship with them. I think I made progress!
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Yesterday afternoon after a 6 hour PD seminar, while watching Bones with my coworker, I peeled apples for pie. This morning I endured 4 kids eager to help me make the pies. So, I let them help bring out the flour, shortening, pans, rolling pins, plastic wrap...dump the measured ingredients, take turns cutting in the shortening, each one rolling a crust, peeling some more apples - Only one casualty, Kegan skinned a bit of his knuckle. First pie is the oven, an offering for my coworkers at #4 school; 2nd one is for us. We need more cinnamon. One pie is not enough.
Here are pics of the kids and pies. They had a great time. "We should make pies more often" was their general consensus.
Of course, it's difficult to get a pic of all FOUR without SOMEONE going goofy!
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
I don't recall if it was a Spark Buddy or a Facebook Friend who called her stepkids "BONUS" rather than "STEP" - but I like the term, since "stepmother" has that negative connotation from all those traditional tales.
Anyway, when I first met MY bonus son, Josue, he was rather quiet and reserved.
The second time I was in Pucallpa, he was still quiet, but when I got ready to leave, he commented, "Que pena, no?" as he sat next to me and gave me a little hug.
But this time when I visited, he talked to me about his childhood, about sports, about this and that...and when I began to cry as I said good-bye to my father in law, he joined us in a group hug, and HE was crying - "Te quiero, Mami"
I hate good-byes, but this was sweet.
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
I got home from Peru yesterday, after over 24 hours of time in airports and airplanes. I have to get ready for school, but first I want to say when I got on the scale yesterday (for the first time in two months) I was IN ONEDERLAND (below 200 pounds!) 198.5! And I'm still puffy, so it's probably a few pounds less than that!
This morning I got back on my bike - just 10 minutes for starters. I slacked off on the walking and the resistance band while in Peru, especially due to the heat in Pucallpa. The upside was, the heat also inhibited my appetite. And I'm not much of an "arrozero" (a person who likes to eat a lot of rice) which is served at every meal. So I ate fairly lightly.
Anyway, I presented the kids with their Peru t-shirts and little trinkets, to their great delight. And today as I get ready for MY first day of school, I wear the Peru futbol polo that Levi gave me. Later today I'll see about posting photos. But meanwhile, I'm going to try to get back to Spark tracking.
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