Part 1
So, I started a graduate program two weeks ago. It is something I have wanted to do for as long as I can remember. I finally did it. I was so excited to get started and fairly confident that I could be successful. However, I have been struggling with the amount of technology I need to be familiar with. That part is a stretch for me. I can do school "old school", but having everything online and all the updates and changes made to older things has really thrown me. Any way, I was really stressed about class last Wednesday because I had submitted a paper that I knew was less than stellar. I was frustrated that the technology that is supposedly here to make our lives easier and better wasn't, in fact, doing that for me. As I was about to leave Sarah said to me, "Are you going to school?"
Me, "Yes."
"Are you so excited?"
Well, I had not been excited prior to her asking that question. But her question did remind me that I am indeed excited and thankful to be working toward a life-long goal, as hard as it will be to get there!
Part 2
To say that it has been cold this last week would be an understatement. Our single digit temperatures followed a beautiful fall with no easing into winter. The girls were walking home from school on days that we didn't have extra-curricular activities even last week. This week I have been picking them up so they didn't turn into Popsicles on the way. A couple of days ago Estelle asked me if I liked picking them up. "Why," I asked.
"Because you seem happy."
Well, I am always happy to see them. It brings me joy to see them waiting on the curb and then come running when they see me pull up.
"You're right, I am happy. I guess I do like to pick you up".
Her wheels turn very quickly and she replied, "Then why don't you pick us up every day?"
I pondered that brief conversation and realized something about myself. First, I really do like to pick my kids up from school, we have a couple of minutes together to talk about their day and I get to feel their energy. I love to see their smiling faces as they run to greet me. It makes me thankful to be a mother. Second, my natural instinct to have them walk because it is good for them and because it saves on gas really serves no purpose. It doesn't save a lot of gas, really; the walk home does give them a bit of exercise, but I don't know how beneficial it actually is. If picking them up brings happiness to all of us isn't that what we are in pursuit of?
"So, Estelle, I just might grant your wish."
So, I started a graduate program two weeks ago. It is something I have wanted to do for as long as I can remember. I finally did it. I was so excited to get started and fairly confident that I could be successful. However, I have been struggling with the amount of technology I need to be familiar with. That part is a stretch for me. I can do school "old school", but having everything online and all the updates and changes made to older things has really thrown me. Any way, I was really stressed about class last Wednesday because I had submitted a paper that I knew was less than stellar. I was frustrated that the technology that is supposedly here to make our lives easier and better wasn't, in fact, doing that for me. As I was about to leave Sarah said to me, "Are you going to school?"
Me, "Yes."
"Are you so excited?"
Well, I had not been excited prior to her asking that question. But her question did remind me that I am indeed excited and thankful to be working toward a life-long goal, as hard as it will be to get there!
Part 2
To say that it has been cold this last week would be an understatement. Our single digit temperatures followed a beautiful fall with no easing into winter. The girls were walking home from school on days that we didn't have extra-curricular activities even last week. This week I have been picking them up so they didn't turn into Popsicles on the way. A couple of days ago Estelle asked me if I liked picking them up. "Why," I asked.
"Because you seem happy."
Well, I am always happy to see them. It brings me joy to see them waiting on the curb and then come running when they see me pull up.
"You're right, I am happy. I guess I do like to pick you up".
Her wheels turn very quickly and she replied, "Then why don't you pick us up every day?"
I pondered that brief conversation and realized something about myself. First, I really do like to pick my kids up from school, we have a couple of minutes together to talk about their day and I get to feel their energy. I love to see their smiling faces as they run to greet me. It makes me thankful to be a mother. Second, my natural instinct to have them walk because it is good for them and because it saves on gas really serves no purpose. It doesn't save a lot of gas, really; the walk home does give them a bit of exercise, but I don't know how beneficial it actually is. If picking them up brings happiness to all of us isn't that what we are in pursuit of?
"So, Estelle, I just might grant your wish."
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