Sometimes it's great to be rendered speechless....

We were almost done with our faculty meeting two weeks ago when the principal and the social committee chairpersons stood in front of our staff.   Miss Energetic, Miss Periwinkle and the principal all smiled as Miss E. made an announcement.

“We don’t know if everyone knows this yet, but our very own Vodkamom has recently published a book on Amazon called The Book of Frank!”  The principal started a round of applause as the room erupted in congratulatory shouts.

I was stunned and shocked!
“We have purchased a copy for our teacher section of the library so that anyone can check it out- and we are very proud of you Vodkamom!” 

I didn’t know what to say!  I was really, really floored and practically speechless!  

For years I worked in an environment that was, well, not like this one.  I wrote under the cover of darkness and fear.  I was damaged to the core by certain events that threw my writing in the spotlight against my will.   While I have never written with ill intention or spite, I may or may not have made some bad choices along the way  My heart may never be completely healed after those events, but I have taken many steps towards the light... all the while helped along the way by many of YOU... and many more friends here at home. 

The school I have landed in has an amazing group of teachers and staff members and a principal that has continued to nurture and sustain an atmosphere of collaboration, enthusiasm, respect and positive energy.  I feel so very lucky to have landed here.  Here everyone lifts each other up, celebrates each others strengths and pitches in when needed.  I know that happens in most places, but it sure is nice when the captain of the ship uses positive energy to keep the boat afloat. 

I was reminded in that meeting that sometimes- MOST of the time, the things that hurt you the most, end up being the ones that in the end make you feel the best.


Oh my God Frank, is THAT YOU???? (aka Cloning is alive and well in Oregon.)

I don’t think I’ve mentioned Jack.

He arrived in our classroom several weeks before I had to leave for those new knees, and it didn’t take me long to realize (like one MINUTE)  that he was going to be the big spoon that would stir our pot.  (And that means give the teacher a headache.)

And stir it he did.

That being said, he’s been ALMOST an angel since I’ve been back, and I’ve realized that he has found his way into my heart ...much like our Frank.

We gathered on the carpet at the end of the day today waiting for the dismissal announcement.  The kids were busy zipping their snowpants, finding their snowboots, searching desperately for their matching gloves and putting on their backpacks.  Jack sauntered over to me and leaned against my rocking chair.

I looked at him and said, “So, Jack, are you doing anything fun after school today?”

“Well, you know,  I just can’t wait to get home and have a nice sit on the toilet.”

“Um...okay!  Well, you know, Jack, you DID spend quite a bit of time in the bathroom today.”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Yeah, I know, but it’s just not the same.  You know?”

I looked at him and nodded.  (Unfortunately, I knew exactly what he was talking about.)


Frankly, I'm not sure I can argue with her....(aka OUCH OUCH OUCH)

I am thrilled to be back in kindergarten.  I am equally thrilled to be working with two other kindergarten teachers who are incredibly awesome.  We’ll call one Mrs. Jones, and the other Mrs. Brown.   We share our challenges, frustrations, grand successes and all that is good in this kindergarten journey.

Today we waved goodbye to our charges as the buses pulled away, walked down the hall and Mrs. Jones proceeded to steer us into her classroom.

“Janie shared a funny story with the ‘lunch bunch’ that got to eat lunch with me today. You know I have kids eat with me once a week as a special reward. ”

Mrs. Brown and I nodded knowingly, thinking that she was brave indeed as we both needed just a few moments of quiet solitude in the middle of the day.

She continued, “Well, little Jane said, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know what the MOST scariest thing in the WORLD is for me?’   “Of course, I was thinking she would say something about sleeping in the dark or riding a roller coaster!”

We both nodded, thinking the same thing.  

“Then Jane blurted out, ‘When I grow UP and have babies, they are comin’ out of my BAGINA!”

I might have to start hosting a 'lunch bunch' myself.  After I stop laughing, of course.