The problem was, I didn’t just breastfeed. I became a breastfeeding martyr. I became obsessed with ounces and feedings and lost myself in a sea of guilt that I was not doing enough for my baby. I would sit in our green chair-and-a-half with an ottoman armed with the Boppy pillow around my waist and the remote. Patrick would nurse and fall asleep, and I would watch TV. Then I would feel guilty because I wasn’t playing him classical music or teaching him baby sign language.
Once again, this year I was able to teach Truman Capote's "A Christmas Memory" as a mentor text for my students to write their own winter narratives. The full lesson plan is available on Moving Writers. I am sharing one of my own Christmas Memories here. The assignment encourages my students to use both their written and... Continue Reading →
I suffer from serious mommy guilt (about, well, a lot of things) particularly regarding how to keep up with all of the schoolwork, pictures drawn, and crafts completed by my two boys. What about the endless amount of school, sports, and activity pictures? What about those cute little things that they say that make you laugh or say ‘Awwwww’? How do we keep up with what is important and discard the rest?
I did not become a professional athlete. I was never even a part of a State Championship team. But I am better for playing sports growing up. As a mother I can throw a ball with my boys. And yes, I throw like a girl. Not the hardest, but pretty darn accurate enough to record... Continue Reading →
This week I burnt the beans. This is what happens when you try to play a spirited game of badminton in the driveway with your child while cooking supper. Not only were we playing badminton, but we were working on his spelling words for the week; spelling one letter per hit: P-E-R-F-E-C-T. I burnt the... Continue Reading →
Today my son Liam turns five. This really is a birthday to celebrate as he begins his final year of preschool. He is growing and changing, while still keeping his love of cooking, crafts, and his “doggy”. This birthday also marks the end of Liam’s excited trips from the mailbox each month for a new... Continue Reading →
While I do occasionally get a twinge of motherly yearning that makes me long for the days when I could easily scoop them up in my arms, I am so thankful to see them growing, learning, and maturing. P.S. Patrick and Liam, I am so proud of you. Here's to many more milestones to come! Now go switch the laundry. Love, Mama
In the kids’ section of the library, Liam pulls book off the shelf with wild abandon, especially if he sees pictures of trucks or construction vehicles. This has proven quite effective and we have read some great books because of this approach, but it is also nice to have recommended books to look for and check... Continue Reading →
Click here to receive The Learning Curve in your inbox once a month. You can opt-out at any time. I am a library girl. My love for libraries stems from great childhood memories, especially at the Chatham library in both the original and new locations. Now our library visits are less for me and more... Continue Reading →
I followed in my mom’s footsteps to college as an English major, we took graduate level courses together as we pursued our Master’s degrees, and finally ended up teaching in the same school. I had the unique opportunity to work with my mom, not only in the same building, but also in the same classroom.... Continue Reading →