A Special Child

I was sitting at my computer working. My little princess grabbed my hand. She put her head on my hand. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was praying for me. When she finished with my hand, she placed her hand on my head. She said another prayer. I'm such a blessed mother. God makes no mistakes.

War In Israel

I don't watch the news often, but as I was folding the laundry, I turned the TV to Comcast. CNN was covering the ongoing war in Israel. Jeremiah walked in just as CNN was showing the air strikes, the flames, and the smoke. He asked what was that. I told him a war was going on. He asked with concern in his voice, "Mama! Where!?" I told him in another country. His reply, "Yeah!" He went back to playing.

Interviews of civilians being reflected didn't help my immediate concern about his reply and what was going on abroad. A mother described the morning of the air strikes. She described how she dressed both herself and her son, reminding me quickly of my morning routine. She sent her two boys walking to go to school. After the boys had walked less than one meter to school, the strikes began occurring. She was able to save the youngest son, but the oldest one was not to be found. CNN showed her saying over and over again, "God Bless His Soul."

All I could think about is my family and our life here in America. America isn't perfect especially now with the economy and the prevailing presence of racism, but we do feel safe. I had to explain to my son the inappropriateness of his response. Subsequently, it made me think. How many more Americans responded to the dire situation of Israel near Gaza?

Having compassion towards those we don't know is so important. The strong message of caring for others in other countries must be taught to our students.

Wilson Family Barbershop/Beautyshop

Thanks to Sandi. The children have been playing with their new family career - barber and cosmetologist. Here are pictures from the Wilson Family Barbershop/Beautyshop.

Too Much Homework

As I am typing, my headaches from working mini-algebra problems on my son's first grade homework. That's right! You heard me correct algebra problems in the first grade. He has pages and pages of homework every night! I cannot say how frustrated I am about this. It drives me so mad. A homework packet, pages of daily homework, ten spellings words (with a bonus word that most adults cannot pass). I get so frazzled sometimes. I know my son believes that I am a little looney when it comes to his homework. From waking him up early or doing homework on the way to school, I really dread looking in his homework binder to see the mounds of homework, awaiting me to conquer. I didn't understand the 10 minute homework rule at the school I work at. Now I understand completely. If the work cannot be completed in 10 mins, exactly what is the point. I just hope my son doesn't become burned out on homework!

Images of Childhood

I haven't posted pictures of the evolution of my children's lives in a while. This post is dedicated to the ever changing and evolving three musketeers!