Today is the last day of the Fall Term at my school. It is exciting because it ushers in the holiday season and students (despite taking final assessments today) are in pretty awesome moods knowing that today is the end of the first third of the school year and the last day before a week break and the end of these courses. When we come back to school in 8 days, students will start all new classes, with teachers, and with new classmates. It is like the first day of the school year all over again and while some of the logistics on the teacher end of this can feel overwhelming to grade and finish one set of courses while prepping new courses, it is also a fresh start for everyone and a new chapter. So it is an exciting day and it is snowing! Yes, the last day of the Fall term is letting us know hard that today marks the beginning of the Winter season and I am totally ready for it. With cozy times and more festive spirits, I cannot wait to spend time in my little studio making pottery in-between the family and school moments. I am busy making orders for Naomi Mugs, ornaments, platters, and berry colanders, and I love love love making these items knowing they will go to someone’s home and become a part of their daily landscape.
My dear friend Becca, over at With Love, Becca, is sort of a rockstar. She is hilarious, like big belly laughs hilarious because she is willing to show you the real side of life as a working mom. We all know that it can be quite unglamorous, full of hustle & bustle, feelings of success, and often feelings of failure. I sometimes imagine that life is like the quintessential circus performing song on in the background while you spin 2 dozen plates of “the many demands on you” in endless circles. But then maybe that is too melodramatic. What I do know to be true, is that Becca’s stance on life is finding the humor in the moments when you are ready to throw your hands up and scream “My life is a dumpster fire.” And to me that is pretty magical. We all know that life gets in the way of life, when you are running late from work and need to do daycare pick-up and then get home and find a mouse on the floor in your house and think great add it to the pile. So when I get an update from Becca’s blog, I know that she is about to share a glimpse into her real world and that this glimpse will be full of humility, kindness, insights, guidance, and belly laughs. I hope you go and visit her site and stay there for a while. It is good for your soul, trust me. Sometimes now when I see Becca, I get a little starstruck. It is silly to say out loud, but she is doing such amazing work with her blog and becoming more and more retweeted, and shared, and growing her platform because her sh*t resonates so much. Add to this all the ways in which she is supporting women through her guru work in career development, entrepreneurial guidance, branding, and marketing and I forget that I have known this crazy, cool lady for almost 2 decades and no matter how many more people in the world get to see her amazingness and no matter how many people love her for all she gives out and shares, that she is still my dear friend and timelessly available to laugh and connect. She is the realest deal and has helped me shake off my “imposter syndrome” around my pottery by giving me a platform on her blog to share like a professional potter because she is that kind of friend. You know, the kind that believes in you when you are covered in self-doubt. She is the person in your corner always. Whether you need a hug or a kick-in-the-ass, Becca is the person you want in that corner and you want to be reading her blog starting today, right now, go over there!
This one has to go out to little Henry who found himself at the hospital on Thursday with a broken leg! Our sweet little dude jumped from a cubby at school on Monday and then had a normal day. At bedtime, he started to express discomfort but we hugged him and loved him and wished him sweet dreams. In the morning, things changed. We woke to him crying out from his bed that he could not get up. Not sure what was wrong with him, I carried him downstairs and set him up on the couch with a little snack, a little blanket and a little TV while David and I got dressed and ready for school. A few minutes later my mom arrived and sat with him and the two of them started their morning with Owen joining in shortly. We kissed goodbye and backing out of the driveway, David and I headed out for a normal work day. About 15 miles from home, my mom called and said that Henry was inconsolable. This wasn’t just a bruise or a pulled muscle. He was crying on the floor and unable to take himself to the bathroom. Immediately turning around, it was time to bring Henry to the hospital and his pediatrician agreed. After a long walk from the parking garage to the hospital entry, in which Henry was quite uncomfortable, we finally made it to the doctor’s office. A few Xrays later and Henry was getting his “hulk leg” cast to stabilize and immobilize his leg which showed signs of a break at the growth plate of his femur. For the next three weeks, he will be donning this new look. He was so brave throughout the process. He waited so long in multiple doctors’ offices, then had to experience his first Xrays, followed by a full leg cast, and having to be carried in the pouring rain back to the car with a bag on his leg. Not once did he complain or fuss. He just cuddled and played with his toys and answered all the questions that the doctors asked as his team worked to locate and understand the problem. He even laughed a little while we tried to make it to our car as quickly as possible while the heavens poured down on us. It is crazy to say this, but seeing him tackle this and conquer this just makes me fall in love with him all over again because he is crazy brave and crazy cool and just the sweetest little guy.
In the local mom group I am a part of there is a fun fact Friday post to our Facebook group and it is always a post I look forward to. Instead of the typical posts and questions, it is a chance for us to be silly together and in that I always feel stronger ties to the community. This week the question had me laughing out loud. In light of the Halloween holiday the question asked: if a salt circle seance was drawn to call out and draw in your spirit which five items would they use to encircle you?
I burst out laughing because the concept of this is just for some reason hilarious to me. But then, it was hard to name five and it dawned on me that while this question is by its nature super silly, it also reveals so easily the identity crisis that I and so so so so many mommies I know express. Outside of my family, who am I right now? What five items would “define” me? Not me as a mom, or me as a teacher, but just me. It was a lot harder then to think of, but of course we cannot compartmentalize the many layers of our identities. Mommyhood and being a teacher are a part of my identity so I breathed a sigh of relief and let myself off the hook a little for being a “totally original and perfectly unique human being.” And then my five items came to me:
- A ball of clay
- An order of Pad Thai
- A cup of coffee
- A bottle of method cleaning spray
- A pair of yoga pants
What would your five items be?