Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Think Happy Thoughts

This weekend, my mom, who is in the best shape of any person I know of any age, messed up her left knee while ski-instructing.

She's had x-rays and an MRI, but they haven't been able to analyze everything yet. They gave her crutches, and she borrowed a cane from someone. And she's flying to Miami tonight, for a conference. Thinking about NOT taking the crutches or cane! I scolded her, and told her to baby herself so it doesn't come back to haunt her later.

It breaks my heart to think of her bruised and even a little broken. She's so active--tap dance, skiing, yoga, step, you name it. She's my mom and she's supposed to be invincible.

I went through the same thing when my dad finally had his knee surgery (college football injury), when I was in college. I visited him in the hospital (he was at the one at my school), and it was awful to see him looking all sad and hurt. A few months ago, he had surgery on his other knee, or his foot? (he had a broken toe for thirty years!), and my stepmom told me about his medicine-drugged wanderings of the house and telephone talks.

I don't like worrying about parents; I used to scare myself and cry, thinking about that when I was young. It's too, too sad and I can't take it. I'm tearing up right now. Stop that!

With that, my good friend N is having a surgery tomorrow morning. I'm visiting her after school with her bag and a DVD and flowers, and maybe Mr Cute Teacher.

Again, think happy thoughts for all of my loved ones. Thanks. :D


Anonymous said...

I happened to be doing research on Martin Haberman this evening and came upon your blog. I was wondering if you took the "Haberman Star Teacher Pre-Assessment" and, if so, how you scored on it.

I have intentions of leaving my career in a corporate law firm in D.C. to begin teaching in an at-risk school in September. Teaching is what I've wanted to do ever since I had my first daughter 16 years ago. I now have three daughters. I've spent a lot of time working with kids from high poverty areas of Washington, D.C. and in Virginia. It truly is where my heart is and what fulfills me as a person. As someone who has been in the cut-throat corporate world for quite some time, where virtually everyone is dispensible, I'm ready to trade the good wages and benefits for something that makes me feel good about what I'm doing rather than cringing with disbelief at how people can be so hell bent on making another dollar that they don't care what they have to do to make it and then still be able to sleep at night.

Keep up the great work -- don't get discouraged. Believe it or not, it is people like you that are making the difference in this amazing, yet chaotic, world of ours!

Anonymous said...

Lots and lots of love and bug hugs!
Stacey :)