My little granddaughter has an abscess on her back. It has to be lanced today. She is in such pain. She can't walk. Her fever was 102, but it finally dropped yesterday evening. She is on antibiotics already as she is understand a doctor's care. Please pray for her. She is so uncomfortable.
Updated: She's finally feeling better. She's limping a bit, but walking around. Thank you, God.
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Busy is also a way.
...actually busy is exhilarating as well as exhausting. Seems I've been doing a lot of things involving people. My bones are tired. My brain is miswired.
I went to the school this week, not just to volunteer for a few hours, but to help with an ice cream party. I can't remember how long it's been since I had ice cream for lunch! Actually, I don't think I ever have. My granddaughter was there, too, and my son, my brother and my mom. It was my youngest nephew's class.
Every time I am in that class, I wonder just how do the teachers do this. 19 children in this class, all 5 and 6 year olds, all types of different families/home lives, nationalities, some are oldest, some are middle children, youngest, lots are step children, or just one parent ... all these different little head sets in one class room, learning how to read and write. And, no matter what happens in the day, they push each other in the lunch line. Why?
But my granddaughter, who is 17 months, did not see any of that. She was just loving the rug in there. She loved rolling on it, lying on her back and looking up. And. a room full of little children and a pile of dinosaur books on the floor was all she needed for total joy. She didn't even ask for the ice cream or candy because she has never had either one; perhaps that's why. I don't know. But she was good as gold.
I do love those children. They are all adorable in their own way, and they love having someone help them with their work assignments. They are interested. When I try to help them sound out words, they make a genuine effort to figure it out.
I love it when I have time to understand what their methods are for understanding and figuring things out. Like one little girl, she goes totally by the ending sounds. And when you think about it, that's a fairly reliable way to pick out the right word. This little girl speaks Spanish at home, English at school.
But they all have their ways of figuring things out, and as loud or unruly as they may get from time to time because they can get distracted by things we cannot interpret, many of them manage to complete their assignments. They just really love having help.
Their teachers do their best to help get them to higher goals every day. And then send them home. With 6 hours worth of ~happening~ inside their heads that parents will most likely never find out about.
Oh, maybe bits and pieces, but there is no way, that I can tell, that all that happens in the day of the school child will ever be known to the parents. As a parent, that saddens me. But, then again, I'm a push over. I was talked into ice cream for lunch. (It was good. I shall not complain.)
I went to the school this week, not just to volunteer for a few hours, but to help with an ice cream party. I can't remember how long it's been since I had ice cream for lunch! Actually, I don't think I ever have. My granddaughter was there, too, and my son, my brother and my mom. It was my youngest nephew's class.
Every time I am in that class, I wonder just how do the teachers do this. 19 children in this class, all 5 and 6 year olds, all types of different families/home lives, nationalities, some are oldest, some are middle children, youngest, lots are step children, or just one parent ... all these different little head sets in one class room, learning how to read and write. And, no matter what happens in the day, they push each other in the lunch line. Why?
But my granddaughter, who is 17 months, did not see any of that. She was just loving the rug in there. She loved rolling on it, lying on her back and looking up. And. a room full of little children and a pile of dinosaur books on the floor was all she needed for total joy. She didn't even ask for the ice cream or candy because she has never had either one; perhaps that's why. I don't know. But she was good as gold.
I do love those children. They are all adorable in their own way, and they love having someone help them with their work assignments. They are interested. When I try to help them sound out words, they make a genuine effort to figure it out.
I love it when I have time to understand what their methods are for understanding and figuring things out. Like one little girl, she goes totally by the ending sounds. And when you think about it, that's a fairly reliable way to pick out the right word. This little girl speaks Spanish at home, English at school.
But they all have their ways of figuring things out, and as loud or unruly as they may get from time to time because they can get distracted by things we cannot interpret, many of them manage to complete their assignments. They just really love having help.
Their teachers do their best to help get them to higher goals every day. And then send them home. With 6 hours worth of ~happening~ inside their heads that parents will most likely never find out about.
Oh, maybe bits and pieces, but there is no way, that I can tell, that all that happens in the day of the school child will ever be known to the parents. As a parent, that saddens me. But, then again, I'm a push over. I was talked into ice cream for lunch. (It was good. I shall not complain.)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Beginning ~
"And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." - T.S. Eliot
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