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Tough Nuggies

26 Apr 2013 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: brain, children, chocolate, circus, crying, drain, education, fun, games, learning, pms, school, teachers

Working at an elementary school is a lot like working at a circus. There is a lot of laughing, shouting, running around, and game playing. Once you get outside,it gets even more entertaining.

I love working here. The kids tell me regularly that I am their favorite aide. I wonder why that is? I make them follow the rules, I don’t pick up their garbage, I let them beat me at tetherball, and I kick the ball far so they have to run to get it. Maybe it is the motherly aura that lingers from my own home. I’ve been a mom a long time. My kids would admit to it being as long as they can remember. I guess that is right, although I don’t feel old enough to be a mother to some of them.

I think learning should be fun. I try to make some fun in every lesson I teach, when I’m on the playground, in the lunchroom, and even at the gate when I work the ‘bouncer’ position. My son informed me last night that you can’t learn when you are having fun because ‘learning’ takes ‘effort’ in the brain area and that is hard and not fun, and blah blah blah. I stopped listening because he wasn’t making it funny. He is a smart guy though, so I did ponder it for a few moments before I found chocolate in my bag.

Does learning have to take effort? I beg to differ with my brilliant son. I can remember many times when I thought I was playing a game, or having fun and later realized I learned something. Of course, I can’t remember any of the specifics right NOW, but I promise it happened.

The key to making learning fun is to not make kids cry during the game you are playing. Or is it? Maybe the little girl I made cry today will learn not to be such a bit drama queen and play nice next time. Or maybe, I’ll learn that even when I call someone ‘bratty’ under my breath….they might hear it and cry. Maybe the real lesson here is that I need to eat a whole lot more chocolate on the first day of my cycle before stepping into a third grade class…..cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://www.goodenoughmother.com

winged buttocks

20 Mar 2013 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: california, cars, children, hollywood, money, serendipity, stars, travel, vacation, wax

I try to be a good mom. I really do. I try to do fun stuff and not sweat the small stuff and teach and lead and all that good stuff. I think I do pretty good most of the time. My kids are basically amazing and make up for all my shortcomings in glowing ways.

I decided it would be cool to take my kids on a quick ‘spring break’ vacation. This may be our last chance to get away all together before my oldest son leaves on his mission. We didn’t have a lot of time, and I didn’t want to spend a fortune, so I thought up the ‘brilliant’ idea of going to Roswell to check out the alien stuff and then to Carlsbad to see some amazing caves. I have to admit, I was more prepared for this trip than I normally am. I booked a rental car (bigger and no miles on my car), mapped out the route, and even planned ‘interesting’ stops along the way. I was feeling very cool.

We planned to leave around nine on Monday morning because that is when I “assumed” the car rental place opened. I was a bit late getting to the rental place because I had to wait for my ride. No problem. Still going to work. I got to the rental place “not named but forever avoided” and the car they had for me was NOT the car I had reserved. The ‘agent’ had the nerve to get up in my business and tell me off. Guess who didn’t rent a car? Yep….I walked out.

Now the problem was….do I just take my car? I called around and couldn’t find any other rental with the car size I needed. Poo. Back home I went to talk with the kids. My kids are amazing troopers. We brainstormed and decided the original trip (9+ hours each way) was not going to work in our car. Let’s go somewhere closer….like Magic Mountain! Yes! We all agreed and got in the car.

On the way, thanks to cell phones, we booked a hotel, and checked with a friend in California to see if it was spring break there. Yes, it was. We might end up with lines, but no worries! We got to our hotel and settled in. We decided we would hit the park the minute it opened. I got online to check the hours. Guess what I found?? Magic Mountain was not open during the week until the next week. yeah. We rallied around a nice seafood meal and decided we would slum it and hit Disney or Cali Adventure. Apparently, I last visited those parks at the turn of the century. Tickets to get in are….$80 per person. holy crap in a handbag! I was feeling pathetic, but told the kids we could go. Their words were, “I don’t think I could have $80 worth of fun at those places in one day. Let’s not do it.” Yeah, they are amazing.

We spent the night in the pool, weight room, watching tv, and finally sleeping. In the morning, we rallied again and decided to hit Hollywood. My friend had suggested some cool museums down town. Our spirits were still high so we headed to Hollywood. We ended up touring the Hollywood Wax museum, Ripley’s believe it or not, and the World Record museum. It was actually a lot of fun. My kids got along, behaved, and seemed genuinely interested in everything. Well, Ben wasn’t keen on the Wax museum, but that was just because I accidentally led him down the “Horror corridor” first. Bad mom. We skiddaddled out quick!

After our museuming, we just headed home. We were going to make our traditional stop at the huge dino rest stop but….mom was apparently asleep at the wheel and missed the turn.

When we were about 2 hours out, we thought about hitting our own amusement park in Phoenix, but it was too late.

Our trip was just one glitch after another, Some people might have thrown their hands up and cried but not us. We enjoyed our time together. We were crammed in our car, every seat taken, and nobody fussed or whined at all! Well, Teddy did fuss a bit…. but he is just 4 months old, give the guy credit….cause I said so.

Photo Credit: http://cathykennedystories.blogspot.com/2011/03/five-questions-friday-meme.html

milk drunk

15 Mar 2013 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: children, daughter, Demi Moore, grandchildren, happy, joy, mommy hood, progressive, sad, sleep, strong, tears

I am thoroughly enjoying my new grandson. He is more adorable that I can ever describe. When I look at him I see all my kids and my late husband combined into one perfectly sweet, innocent, beautiful bundle. I love holding him and snuggling him. He smells so good ( most the time). He gives big smiles with his whole face. When he cries, I give him back to his mommy and go on with my day. It’s a beautiful thing really.

My daughter is doing amazingly well at the whole motherhood gig. I have to admit, I had a few small doubts about how well she would do. She is a smart, capable, talented woman….who needs a HUGE amount of sleep. I worried that she would lose her mind or something, seeing as new mommies don’t ever get enough sleep, let alone a HUGE amount. But she has persevered and amazed everyone around her.

If you are a mother, you understand this miracle. It doesn’t seem to matter what kind of shortcomings a person has before they have kids, after they have a baby they are stronger. There must be something that happens when the baby comes out. Maybe there is a sort of ‘trade off.’ The baby comes out and a sort of super-mom-power goes in. Once you have a baby, you can literally change into another creature when the calling arises.I know, personally, I have changed into a huge, white, long fanged tiger at times. It is usually when someone says something about my kids….negatively….and I instantly turn into that tiger. Look out “person that offended” cuz I will rip your head right off.

We also become softer and stronger at the same time. I used to like scary rides at amusement parks and laugh at sappy commercials on television. When I became a mom I didn’t want my feet off the ground or to be moving in any way at an ‘unsafe speed.’ I had a baby, and then babies, that were counting on me to stay alive. I had to use my head and stay safe. As for the sappy commercials, I now cry when Flo sings the progressive song….as well as when Elves show us their love through baking. It really gets out of hand sometimes. Especially when I’m trying to get my grandson to giggle and a commercial for toilet paper catches my attention. The poor boy is going to grow up thinking he should cry whenever he is laughing. Is that such a bad thing? Everyone would say he takes after his grandma then……cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://ayak-turkishdelight.blogspot.com/2012/06/sad-tearshappy-tears.html

freeudian

12 Feb 2013 Leave a Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: children, feet, Freud, friends, psychotics, slang, slaves, sleds, toes, typing, words

((((Insert awesome picture here))))))) google won’t play nice today.

Sometimes I think my mouth belongs to someone else. I find myself saying things that could not possibly have come from such a well mannered, reserved, sophisticated person such as myself. These are the times that I believe in aliens that take over our bodies and make us do things we can’t control. Just the other day, I was inhabited by such a creature that somehow made my mouth tell a new co worker that we were all looking at her boobs. Wow. I wasn’t sure what to do after those words erupted from my face so I made a beeline for the lounge and hid behind the cooshy couch until all was forgotten. Or, until the heat of that blasted room sent me off in search of other hiding placed. The new coworker is still speaking to me so either she forgot what I said or she likes the thought of us all looking at her rack. Whatever the case I escaped disaster by a mili-hair.

There are times when I say something completely brilliant and wonder where the words come from. At those times, I prefer to take credit and forget all about the possibly alien conspiracy. These flashes of brilliance are few and far between so I really have to relish them and tell the world over and over so I can try and make up for my normal day to day idiocity. Is that a word? Well,it is now. Deal.

My kids have said some pretty amazing things in their days. My oldest daughter started the trend when she complained about having chores at age five. “I’m not your sled!” she said to us, and the title was born. She has been our lovely sled ever since. I think it is ironic that I forget what people say the moment they say it, but if they say something completely profound in a stupid way, I will never forget it. My ‘friend’ has to take some ‘special behavior classes’ ordered by the court. They aren’t a big deal, and he can’t seem to remember the name of them so he lovingly calls them Psychotics awareness classes. Just that title alone makes me want to tag along. Think of all the book fodder I could glean from a group like that! I’d probably type my fingers right off my hands and have to start pecking the keyboard with my nose. Bruised, bloodied, and fingerless, I would emerge like a conquering hero with a best seller in toe. Yes,I mean ‘toe.’ I’d have to carry my laptop with something……cause I said so.

Photo credit: Goes to no one because all the amazing pictures I found and wanted to share would not let me copy them. Even though I give credit every time. Poop on them all. See if I care. (waaahh!)

end of the lime

21 Jan 2013 Leave a Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: blackboard, butt, chair, children, college, fingers, knives, literally, math, New Guinea, office

I think I need to get a new chair. My office chair is big, nice, black, rolly, and all the things an office chair is supposed to be…except comfortable. I mean, it is fine for short stints and mini events, but when I have to sit on it for hours on end (mine) doing homework…..the comfort is just not there. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I can’t help sitting like a pretzel, but seriously, didn’t the chair designers know that nobody would actually sit up straight in their chairs? Plan ahead I say!

Homework is literally becoming a pain in the butt. I wish that when the universities decided to redo their websites and make them uber hip they would ask the students what they want. I know, crazy idea! But seriously, I can’t find anything the way I think it should be found. User friendly! I am the user….be friendly and do everything my way. I don’t see a problem with this.

My classes are really interesting, in spite of the fact that I read only the bare minimum of the text books to not sound like an idiot ( I hope) on my homework. There are just so many WORDS! I really believe they could say things so much quicker if they didn’t get paid by the word. They must, as there is more filler in these books than in WalMart ground beef. 100% pure beef…..whatever!

I had to read an article about child rearing in New Guinea for my math class. Yes, you read that right. Math class. Our assignment, should we choose to accept it and get a grade for it, was to tell how the article applied to math. It wasn’t hard for people that actually knew how to read and think for themselves. The fun part was seeing the difference between how people in New Guinea raised their kids compared to the people in the “west.” I can only assume America is the West. They are just being nice.

Over in NG, kids are just basically set free. They treat their entire villages as family and roam around getting food and help from anyone they meet. They are way more socially functional than the kids we coddle and protect over here in the west. (insert drawl here) Over there, kids are free to burn their hands on the fire, play (chew) on sharp knives, and move in with different people if they decide they don’t like mom and dad. What kid wouldn’t want that? I mean, the lost fingers and lasting burn marks are a small price to pay for ultimate housing freedom. I think the NG-ers are really onto something here. What the heck have I been wasting my time protecting my kids for when the answer is to do nothing more than get knocked up, pop out a kid and go back to doing my thang? Seriously?

I am a bit skeptical though, I’m not sure the NG children are able to get jobs at Apple or Microsoft…something about wearing pants and having all their fingers. Some people are so picky…..cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://www.visualphotos.com/photo/2×4820586/woman_sliding_with_office_chair_rg7-1128.jpg

Heel Booboo

03 Jan 2013 Leave a Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: children, credit, dirt, fingernails, gardeners, gelato, Italy, manicures, my amazing book coming soon, nails, pedicures, spawn, writing

Sometimes I look at my life and wonder where I am. Seriously, I feel like I’m wandering in a strange land full of strange things and strange people. It’s true I live in a house full of my own children and one super cute grand child, but they can be very strange at times. It would be wrong of me to complain about them too much, seeing as I am the maker and shaper of who they are to some extent. But as a parent, how much ‘credit’ are we really required to take for these spawned life forms? I love to take credit when my daughters play the piano, sing, or do something creative. I love to take credit when my boys do something amazingly smart or clever. I don’t like taking credit when I hear a child cuss, make a mess, or do something really stupid. Those are the times I’d like to melt into the background or blame them on their dad. Is that really fair tho? He can’t really defend himself at this point in the game…

My daughter (oldest) and I went for a mani/pedi date on Monday. It took stinkin ForEver to get them done! You’d think the technicians were hand carving new nails for both our hands and feet from pure ivory elephant tusks for the time it took them. I’m not REALLY complaining because I did get the foot rub, with hot rocks, that I have been really wanting, but it took up a whole day!

While we were sitting there, being pampered, three different middle aged men came in for pedicures. I’m not gonna to get all sexist and say it’s weird for guys to do girl things, but I have never seen that many men in a nail salon in my life. Maybe it was because it was New Year’s Eve. Maybe they were hoping to get that prized Midnight kiss and didn’t want their girl looking at their nails and saying, “heck no, no kiss for YOU dirty nail guy!” I mean, it could happen….In fact, in one chapter in my upcoming book, there is a ‘situation’ with a guy with dirty finger nails. So there you go. Guys take note.

One of the guys struck up a conversation with us all while he was having his feet rubbed. (have I mentioned I love foot rubs?!) He said nice things to me about not believing I was old enough to be my daughter’s mother, let alone a ‘grandma.’ Yeah, I love hearing that. We talked about kids and their ages and such and I mentioned to him how Brad and I had ‘planned’ our kids so that by the time he and I were 50 they would all be old enough to be out on their own.

It made me think about where my kids are right now. Of course, I’m No Where Near 50 YET, but….its on the horizon and my kids are getting older. Do I think they could possibly all be out on their own by the time that milestone hits for me? I don’t know…..Possibly….Do I think they will be functioning adults by that time? Less likely for some of them. Am I going to be ready to be alone and kid free by that time? That I really don’t know.

I can tell you one thing. If by some miracle my kids all find their nitch in life and a path to pursue it, thereby leaving me a lone woman in this dreary world….you can bet I will be writing a lot more and maybe even taking a trip to Italy. Just for the art….and gelato…..cause I said so.

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ugly dumpling

18 Dec 2012 Leave a Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: bad, bubbles, children, dreams, gingerbread man, good, kindergarten, life, rose colored glasses, trials, ugly duckling

It is interesting to me the way I learn or receive answers sometimes. I try to be open to the ‘universe’ for guidance,but I think that I am like most in that I see things through my own shaded glasses. I used to wear rose colored glasses. I looked for and found the good in everything. I was so good at it that I rarely saw the bad, even when it was apparently very obvious to others around me. Some would say I lived in a bubble.

I liked my bubble. It felt safe and cozy. The thing about bubble is, they always pop. I remember blowing millions of bubbles with my kids when they were very small, and the funnest part was trying to pop the bubbles before they touched the ground. It isn’t so much fun to pop the real bubbles we build in life.

I’m not saying my life was all rainbows and butterflies, no….there were some trials and hard times and all that, but it was mostly contained inside my floating bubble.

My bubble started to weaken a few years ago when Brad died. That wasn’t supposed to happen. That wasn’t in the script of my little bubble world. I was shaken, but I rolled with it. Other things started to happen, and things that had been happening suddenly came into focus for me. My life started morphing into something that would not fit inside my bubble. I tried adding side bubbles, or blowing harder to keep the walls in tact, but it has failed. As I said before, bubbles always pop. I wish my bubble had popped and I had realized I was in a bigger, better bubble….but I’m not sure about that. I feel more like I am falling through the sky, devoid of my cushy bubble, waiting to hit the ground. It can be a very uncomfortable feeling for a ‘control-freak in denial’ like myself.

As I fall, spiraling faster towards the ground, I can see softer places to land, but they are hard to get to. In fact, some of them seem downright impossible. Is it worth the effort to push myself? Where do I really want to land? I can see other bubbles floating by that I could ‘jump’ into, but now that I have felt the wind of the real world, would I ever be happy in a bubble again?

The stories today in Kindergarten were the Ugly Duckling and the Gingerbread man. Two of my favorite tales. The Ugly Duckling is a reminder of my former ‘bubble’ life, where I looked for and found the good. I would have never teased the ugly duckling, I would have been his one friend. This story is sending a strong message to me today, because of some issues I am dealing with in my life. Issues that make me wonder who I am and who I have become. I miss my bubble, but now I’ve seen the world. The Gingerbread man also speaks to me. So many time lately, all I want to do is ‘run, run, as fast as I can…..’ But is that the answer? I really don’t know what I should do, and that is why I feel like I am not who I once was. I’ve always been one that could make decisions and stick to them. I was confident and in charge. I miss my bubble. I could control it.

I guess what I really need to do is get that Mother Goose book back out and read a few more stories. Maybe I will find the answer if I read enough. Then again, I may feel the need to plant some funky seeds, build a house of straw and wander around town playing a flute to attrack mice. You never know….cause I said so.

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Sugar Baby

14 Sep 2012 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: bad mom, children, good food, good mom, health, idiots, kindergarten, lunch, nutrition, sugar, sugar daddy, yogurt

I used to be such a good mom. I would get my kids up early every morning, get them dressed, fix their hair, cook a REAL breakfast from scratch, sing the national anthem, have scripture study and family prayer and send them off to school. I’m not kidding. I used to do that. It was a pain in the butt. I didn’t mind cooking, but getting up early after being up most nights with a baby at some age was exhausting. My husband tried to inspire me to enjoy our early morning devotionals but, I was a whiner and we soon gave up.

I regret this now more than I can say.

I am not a complete loser as a mom now, I still cook now and then. I admit I buy cold cereal but I avoid high sugar ones, like cinnamon toast crunch and coco pebbles. I don’t care what anyone says, chocolate for breakfast is not good. Well, except for chocolate chips in waffles now and then….blame my mom for that one. I try to feed my kids healthy food. Working full time does make it hard though.

Being at the school for lunch hour has been very interesting. I used to send home made lunches with all my kids. I would use home made whole wheat bread, all natural peanut butter, home canned fruit preserves, an apple or orange, cheese stick, and possibly a yogurt. Yeah, back in the day. Today my kids make their own lunches. Truth be told, they do really good. I don’t make bread as much so we use store bought whole wheat bread. They don’t love PBJ so we do turkey or egg salad. I buy organic crackers and they take some fruit or veggie. I guess I trained them well in one area of their life.

It makes me sad when I see what some of the kids bring to school in their lunches. I always walk around and tell the kids to eat their ‘good food’ first. This is supposed to refer to the non-sugary part of their lunch. You know, their sandwich or wrap or thermos of spaghetti. Whatever their ‘main course’ is from home. There are many times when I have to really look to find something that qualifies for the ‘good food’ part of their lunch. Today there were about ten ‘crustables’ that had to qualify. Sorry, those are dessert. One little girl had the following in her lunch: gogurt, cheese crackers, fruit roll up, chocolate chip cookies, juice box. That. Was. It. This little girl is in kindergarten. I am in her class a lot so I get to see her in action. She cannot sit still, she bounces around the room, she doesn’t follow directions, she doesn’t seem to notice any boundaries, and she can’t concentrate worth beans. I wonder…..if she ate some real food would she do better? She has two older brothers that seem to have the same sort of problems. Their lunches are no better.

I wonder what these kids eat at home? I wonder how long it will be before they are diagnosed as having learning disabilities, ADD, ADHD, or put on some sort of medication. I’m not blaming it all on their diet, they dad is a piece of work too. He was kind enough to tell me off when I tried to direct him to the proper line for pick up after school one day. Shame on me?

I love being with the kids at school. I feel like I am doing some good. I see the kids that need a bit of extra attention and I try to help them feel good through out the day.My heart breaks for the boys that lost their dad a few months ago….I give them hugs every day. I see the kids that are there early and picked up late, after the after school care. I hear the little girl that says she doesn’t have a mom or a dad. I wonder about the kids that come with their hair unbrushed and their clothes wrinkled. I look at my own kids and wonder if anyone notices them at their schools. Do they see needs that can be met? Do they see them as people with individual worth? Are they more than a name on a roll?

I remember when I was thinking about pursuing a degree in special education. A teacher at my son’s school told me not to do it. I was surprised, because many other people had told me I should. She told me it would break my heart every day. There are so many kids that she saw that needed help and services but just didn’t qualify and she couldn’t help them. It is sad. It seems we focus so much on new fangled ways to teach math that we forget there are people inside these kids.

I can’t be a parent to all the kids at school. I can’t feed them all a good lunch. I can’t make up for their own parents that are idiots that can’t even use a cross walk. All I can do is help them feel safe and important while they are on my watch. I pray someone does that for my kids too…cause I said so.

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two coals

12 Sep 2012 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: Africa, chickens, children, college, firemen, hyper drive, literature, mom, overbooking, panic, schedules, school, Two-Coals

I love it when my kids tell me the stuff they learn at school. It gives me hope for not only their future, but also for mine as a teacher. If MY kids can retain something, then….well, my kids are extremely smart so, never mind.

Sarah told me a bit about what she learned about Africa this week. She told me that in Africa parents don’t teach their children much. Instead of telling them do this, and don’t do that, they let them learn on their own. There is something to be said for that I suppose. She told me that one girl was called “Two-Coals” because it took her touching hot coals two times before she learned they were hot.

I wonder what My name would be if I was named by how or what I learned. Maybe it would be headless chicken or fire-outer. It seems I am constantly running about fixing things or trying to get things done. I was so surprised, excited and bewildered this weekend that I had all my homework done early. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I kept going online and looking again to make sure I was really done.

Monday night, I again looked at my classes….and this time my grades. I noticed a zero where a 50 should be on my point scale. What the…….? I looked closer and realized I had missed my very first assignment in my literature class. ME. Missing a chance to write. Yeah, I don’t get it! Anyway, after the initial panic subsided a titch, I emailed my professor and BEGGED to be allowed to turn in that assignment late. I put heavy hints between all the lines to let me get full points….we shall see…..

Lucky me, she said I could still turn it it. Lucky me, I can crank out four pages of nonsense in only a couple hours. Lucky me, my mom is up late and can sift through the crap and tell me if I should dump it or gloss it. Lucky me….she said it wasn’t complete crap.

Let’s all hope I am lucky tomorrow when my professor reads my paper. I really need an A in these classes so I can take more than two at a time. Um…is that a good idea? Heck yeah! Headless chickens can put out all kinds of fires when they are on task…..cause I said so!

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brick a brack

01 Sep 2012 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: board breaking, bruises, challenges, children, earth, full moon, gravity, karate, moon, superman, supernatural, theory, werewolves

It is a full moon at my house. I’m not sure if it reaches the edge of the city, but I know it reaches my school. The kids were crazy wild yesterday! There have always been stories about weird things happening during a full moon. Werewolves and other undesirables come out the wood work, crime rate increases, and lots of babies are born during full moons. I have my own theory as to why weird things happen. It has nothing to do with anything supernatural or out of this world. My theory is simply this: when the moon is full, it is actually closer and therefore has a bigger affect on our gravity here on earth. We all feel this as an added ‘stress’ and we simply freak out.
Don’t worry, I’m not planning to be a science teacher…..

Science may seem like a comforting, safe, sure way to explain things to some people. I don’t know about all that….I think science is a very personal thing. Everyone interprets things their own way, using their own knowledge and experiences to do so. Some people/scientists, may take years or even decades to explain certain phenomenon or mysterious happenings in our world. We all have that desire to explain things and to understand the world around us.

I think we just try too hard some times. We read, we study, we research, and we work work work until we think we have finally figured something out. I once again turn to the newest people on the planet, our youth. I was at a board breaking seminar with my son tonight. After the students in the class all broke wooden boards with their feet or hands, they went outside the studio and a select few were allowed a chance to break a cinder block with their hand.

I admit it was a bit painful to watch. Every time a person would slam their hand into the block, I could just image the discomfort they were feeling from hitting something so hard, and rough. I watched as each person practiced their form by lining up their body and arm, moving slowly through the motions, and analyzing the angle, width, position, etc. of the block. It seemed to me to be a very intense activity.

Several of the moms were inside watching the happenings out front through the front window. One mom commented on how hard it looked to break a brick. Her five year old son summed it all up very quickly for us. “You have to be stronger than the brick.” Well, there it is. Such simple logic from such a young boy.

He is so true in many ways. Not only do we have to be stronger than the brick, we have to be stronger than all the problems that come our way. We have to be stronger than the temptations we face, we have to be stronger than gossip, we have to be stronger than the media and books and video games and that desire to play hooky from life and stay in bed all day.

I think we are stronger. The problem is that sometimes, when we are standing there…looking at that brick, feeling how hard and rough it is, our mind tells us we can’t break it. We aren’t strong enough. Sometimes, the best thing we can do is to just close our eyes and smack that brick with all our might. Place our aim beyond the brick to the place we want to end up. It may leave us with a bruised hand, but it’s always worth it…cause I said so.

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