Monday, May 04, 2015


I have worked in a public school setting for the past 15 years. In college, I worked for a grant where we tutored kids in Math in before, during, or after school programs. When I first moved to L-town, America, I decided I really wasn't ready to have my own classroom, so I worked as a paraprofessional in a Title I school. I started teaching the next year, and I've been in my own classroom for the last 11 years. In all this time, I have attended funerals for other teachers, teachers' parents, students' parents, and even a couple of students' siblings.

This Wednesday, I have to attend the funeral of a former student of mine.

Jaden was a little Fireball when I had her in 3rd grade. She always said what was on her mind with little to no filter. She made me laugh, and she made me pull my hair out. Her family was absolutely one of my favorite families to work with at that school. I had her big brother a couple of years before her, then her big sister the year before her. I can still picture exactly where Jaden sat in my classroom. And even when she and I were at odds with each other, she always had a hug and a smile for me. I moved away from that school the school year after I had Jaden, so I didn't get to have any more of her siblings, and I've always been sad about that. There was a whole crop of them coming up after her, too! :)

A couple of years after I had Jaden in class, she was diagnosed with cancer. She has always been a Fireball, though, so I knew if anybody could kick cancer in the butt, it would be this girl. And she did. I saw her a while back at a restaurant, and she told me all about how she had been cancer free for a couple of years at that point. She added me on Facebook, and even though teachers aren't supposed to have students on their Facebook friends list, I added her back anyway.

 It probably wasn't even a month later that she found out her cancer had returned.

The little Fireball was still determined that she was going to kick cancer's butt. She fought so hard, and even went back into remission. But it came back with a vengeance. She went out swinging, though, her mom says. I have absolutely no doubts about that.

Jaden, if Heaven has the Internet and you happen to see this post, please know that I loved you. I love all my students, in fact. I never wanted to attend a student's funeral, but I will be there, celebrating you. You kicked butt, girl, and I believe you won the war. Cancer has no more power over your body. There will be nobody on this planet that could ever replace you, but what a blessing it was to have you here. Sweet girl, you changed hearts while you were here. You made everyone so proud. Great will be your reward in Heaven for all the people you've turned to Christ with your steadfast belief in Him. You always knew your reward at the end of this would be Heaven, but really, you are Heaven's reward. Thank you for being here, Jaden, and for reminding me to love on the people I'm with right now while I can, including (and most importantly) the Fireballs. :)

To Jaden's family, if you ever happen to see this, thank you for sharing your girl with me a few years ago. Thank you for sharing her with the world. You did something big by letting her story be known. You changed hearts too. You've always been one of the most loving families I've ever had the pleasure of working with, and I know your family love will get you through the darkest of this.

Cancer sucks, y'all.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Blogging again.

Oh hi. I'm still here. Or I'm back, I guess. It's weird to get back into blogging when you've stopped for so long. There have been a million things that have happened, but out of those million things, nothing has been major or blog worthy. Life is just plugging along, and I'm trying to steal as many moments with my little people as possible before they're not little people anymore. I've already blinked entirely too many times, because my babies are just growing and changing and doing new things constantly. Little Michael has learned to ride a bike with no training wheels, reads well above his age level, and does lots of things on his own that used to require my assistance. Dylan is talking more and more and getting into more and more mischief. Chase is mobile, and even though he's our quiet one, we really feel like he's going to make the other two look like amateurs when it comes to stunts pulled. He will probably be our first injury trip to the ER. Me? I'm teaching 3rd grade again this year. The kids are (for the most part) well behaved and eager to learn. I don't really do anything other than teach and be a mom. I don't have any hang-out friends, but even if I did, I probably wouldn't do much "hanging out" because my other 2 identities keep me so very busy. So any time people ask about me, they're going to get a school or a baby story. I'm not complaining about that, by the way. I love my kids (school and home). But there's just not much else to report. I will attempt to update way more often. I think you're more interesting than I am, so tell me, what's up with YOU? :)

Thursday, June 05, 2014

Why hello there!

So, um... It's been a while. I actually forgot my sign-in info, it had been so long. So I had another baby. It's another boy. His name is Chase. He was born May 14. His was the easiest c-section and recovery I have had. I think it's because I had such an awesome doctor. He was 7 lbs 15 oz at birth. He was 7 lbs 4 oz when we left the hospital. He's 9 lbs 12 oz now. He loves mommy's milk. :) He was a complete surprise. There was no plan for his existence. Thank God that He changed our plans for us. His big brothers love him, and other than his sleep patterns making me a bit sleep deprived, it's been an easy transition going from mommy of 2 to mommy of 3.

Saturday, November 09, 2013

NĂºmero tres

I'm pregnant. Could you pass the turnips?

Thursday, June 20, 2013

No excuse.

I don't have an excuse for why I haven't blogged in 4 months. It just didn't happen. But lots of stuff has gone on... So let's approach this list-style, yes?

1) school is out. This was one of my very favorite school years. I had an awesome class. 

2) Little m will be heading to transitional first grade next year, which isn't offered everywhere, but it is here. It is all about getting an extra year to mature while getting challenged academically. He did so well in kindergarten (refer back to my post where I moved him from his preschool because of some terrible things the director was saying about him), he was just immature. Almost all trouble he did have stemmed back to him being a full year younger than some of the kids in his class. So t-1 it is. I loved having him at my school, but he will go to another school next year. 

3) The Dylanator will be in his same class again next year. That's good, because we love his teachers and they love him! He is getting so big and his attempts to have conversations are coming more and more frequently. He only says one syllable of multisyllabic words. Usually the second syllable. For instance, my kids call my mom Neena... Dylan says "na." My sister Melissa is "sa." He (and little m both) love reruns of Hee Haw... or "haw" in Dylanese. He can say Dora and backpack very plainly, though. So it's one of those things where he can communicate with me because I know what he's trying to say, but any outsider would be completely lost. Oh, but we ARE now Mommy and Daddy instead of mama and dada! Progress.

4) My dad is very sick. He has IgG kappa myeloma, which is a blood cancer. He's in stage 3. He's staying strong and hanging in there, getting both IV and oral chemos. We are very proud of the fight he's putting up, and we will continue to pray for his strength and healing. I love you, daddy!

5) The husband and I will celebrate 8 years of wedded bliss here pretty quickly. We celebrated 12 years of being together in early June. I deserve some kind of medal here... Heh

6) got my hair chopped. It was touching my butt and driving me crazy. It's now just a little below my shoulders at its longest layer. 

7) eh, the words are boring.  Pictures, anyone?
Little m went fishing for the first time recently. He's apparently a natural, as he caught this bad boy on his first cast! He caught another after this. 
Little m's kindergarten program. They were pirates. It was adorable.
My dad and my babies.
My niece Morgan graduated. She will be off to Oklahoma State University in the fall to follow her dream of being a veterinarian!
Dyl Pickle got an amtryke from Ambucs! He was also on the news! So was his mama.
Dylan also participated in his first special Olympics, and little m got to participate too! They had lots of fun!

My dad and me. 

Anyway, I think that about covers a big chunk of it. Goodnight!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Uh, oops!

Sorry for the hiatus... It wasn't intended. I'm just not a great bloggedy blogger.

So Dylanator started preschool in early January. He LOVES it! He is truly the boss in those halls. Everybody seems to really love him, and he seems to love everybody. He enjoys physical therapy... He is already making an amtryke go by himself! We are on a list to hopefully get an amtryke one of these days... Hopefully it'll just be donated to us, because they are very costly! His teacher texts me pictures randomly of his day to day adventures... If I can figure out how to post the pics here I will. Dylan has a newfound love of cartoons (or "tooooons!!") It's pretty funny to grab the remote during his toooons.... "Noooo!!!! Toons! TOOOOONS!!" (Hey, it's communication. We will take it.)

Little Michael is still enjoying kindergarten. He is becoming quite a reader. We are very impressed. Tomorrow is a professional day, but he is going to hang out at school with me. It must be fun to be the teacher's kid!

I can't really think of anything else that's interesting... We are just busy people who are living the day to day... Wake up, go to school/work, come home, do dinner, get folks ready for bed, rinse and repeat. What's happening with you?

Not sure where the pics will show up, but here is Dylanator with a giant dog, Dylanator with marker all over his face, Dylanator at his school dance, Michael smiling hugely, and Michael and me in a snapchat.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

And just like that....

My bambino is now enrolled in preschool. He starts January 7th. :( and :)