Deliver Me From Donut Day

Again, I haven't written in a while, but I don't want to forget this one. It's a doozy.

I work in an elementary school. I teach 3rd grade. We are coming out of a stupid pandemic. It is Valentine's Day. The parent teacher committee decided to have a "Donuts with Dudes" event this morning. A morning where the students' dudes are invited to come into the school building (something that there has not been much of over the last couple of years), and eat donuts with their kiddos. A very sweet activity.

The cafeteria also was serving donuts for breakfast. That's sweet, too.

One of my students was so happy that he got to have his donut with his dude and then visit the cafeteria to get breakfast there. He told me there were lots of kids partaking in the second round.

2 donuts

Lunch time rolls around. Guess what they were passing out with lunch? Why yes, leftover donuts. A little while later, I looked up to see so many children's hands raised. Why you might wonder. Well, staff was walking around with donut boxes handing them out. Sweet?

More donuts.

Time for our class party. Now, I love that the kiddos get to have class parties. I'm very grateful to have awesome "room parents" who plan the parties and families who love to help send in treats for the kids. we are very fortunate to have so many people willing and able to provide. Friday I had a parent email asking if they could bring donuts for the party. I knew the party was planned. I knew a little of the food plan, but referred her to the main planning mom anyway. 

This year's treat plate consisted of: chicken nuggets, fruit, a cupcake, and (drumroll) a donut. 

4+ donuts (and then some)

Then the children started opening their Valentines. So many sweets. I will explain through quoting a young lady in my class:

"So much candy! Can you believe all this candy?! So much candy!" over and over and over.

I am pretty sure she wasn't even counting the cupcake and donut.

The problem is that so much sugar does not make the children sweeter. I will spare you the details on what it is like dealing with so many sugared up children. Poor PE teacher, he got to have them directly after we were done. I wonder if they crashed during PE or after school.

As a life long giver of love through food, I can't believe I am going to type the next sentence. We cannot keep giving our kids so much sugar and call it love. We have been deceived. It's not sweet anymore.

Little Answer to Prayer

It's been a very long time since I've written anything on here. I've been feeling the call to come back. I feel more in control of my time and life and I'm remembering how much joy this tiny domain had brought me. Last night, I thought I'd be losing it. After a few hours of trying to figure out how to pay for and renew becomingversed.com, I just couldn't get it done. I asked for help from my famiy. I asked other friends if they knew anything about Blogger and Google and GSuites. No luck. So, last night I said a little prayer and asked Him for help. Just a little one. I said, "I know it's probably silly, but I think you want me to come back to this and continue my little work. If that's what you want, please help me find a way to get this thing renewed and back on track."

Tonight I got inspiration. I was able to see what I was doing wrong, and fix it. Becomingversed.com is back up. I need to get back up. This little experience felt like a little nudge and being told, "Hey, I'm on your side, I helped you, Now get to work and help me."

With that, I will leave off, but I will be back soon.
Love,
the mrs.

A First Grade Dog Post That Makes Me Laugh

This one reminds me of a story I need to tell you about the dog.

This one reminds me of a story I need to tell you about how I stood up to leave church at the end of the meeting and pulled a muscle.
A very crucial muscle and couldn't walk for a couple of days.

 

This one reminds me that I need to stop being hangry.

This one just makes me laugh. Poor dog. Poor kid.

And if you didn't read the the cat post, you need to.

It will make you laugh, too. 

I hope.

(FYI - the child that wrote this was very matter of fact when I tried talking to him/her about it- didn't seem upset at all. I believe no first graders were harmed in completing this assignment.)

If this house was a pregnancy, we'd be done

but we're not, but we will be, someday. The builder would laugh every time I asked, but now he's told me that "before school starts" is a real possibility. Phew. Since it has been almost a pregnancy since pictures have been posted, here are a few:

Yes. There will be urinal(s). My mom thinks I'm crazy, but every person who has boys in their home has endorsed this decision.  Every person that I've asked, that is and if you stay in our guest room, you get to look out these two windows. And I am not pregnant. And neither is the house.

A First Grade Cat Post That Makes Me Laugh

I survived

and learned that having a newborn tired has nothing on teacher tired. 

I may need to sleep for the next two months. :)

Today I got to share the gift.

Share the Gift

It's no secret that I haven't been around lately as my life has become consumed by my wonderful family and a bunch of sweet little first graders.

Those firsties are sharing so much with me. Today it's laryngitis.  Can you imagine working with a bunch of 6-7 year olds and not being able to talk to them! Crazy. Thankfully, they behaved pretty well - at least in the morning.

We are doing a "Christmas Around the World" unit this week and I get to present Christmas in Mexico to all four classes.

When I was giving my presentation for the first time today (to my own class),  I became so emotional. You see, in Mexico (at least in what we are presenting to our first graders), Christmas is much more of a time to celebrate Christ. We talked about Los Posadas, luminarias, families being together and the traditions of putting out a nativity set and putting baby Jesus in on Christmas Eve.

Did you catch that? I got to talk to my sweet little ones (who I pray for every day that they might feel His love through me) about Him!

I got to tell them them how much I this time of year means to me and how I love my collection of nativities and I cried. 

But I don't think they noticed. My voice had been crazy all day, the lights were out because the bulb in our projector for the presentation is super dim, and my heart was humbled by how my accident of getting to "do Mexico" showed me in such an incredible way that God wants all His children to know.

It's an incredible gift.

I'm humbled and in awe of how I stumbled into sharing it today.