Family: There’s Simply Nothing Like It!

Whew!

Last week…

was a whirlwind one…

here at our house…

culminating…

in the wedding…

of my nephew Nicholas.

It’s given me…

cause to ponder…

the power of relationships…

within families.

This week…

will feature…

posts celebrating…

this subject.

At the same time…

I realize…

for some…

memories of family…

don’t coincide…

with celebrations at all.

I also believe…

that each of us…

has the ability…

to change history…

and cycles.

A family…

and home…

wield incredible power…

to teach…

train…

model…

embrace…

nurture…

guide…

and love unconditionally.

They afford us…

the privilege of not only leading…

but also being led…

of molding and refining…

while being shaped…

and defined ourselves.

I hope your desire…

and commitment…

is to build and nurture…

great ones.

A legacy…

is built…

one day…

one lesson…

one affirmation…

at a time.

“It ought to be so, in every well-ordered home, that a child can find more pleasure at home than away from home…Wiser parents secure to their children such home amusements as cannot be indulged in to the same advantage outside of that home.” ~ H. Clay Trumbull, Hints on Child-Training, 1890

“You as a parent have a big advantage in teaching your child simply because you are the parent.  The most significant people in a young child’s life are usually his mom and dad…You may think that you’re something less than the world’s best parent.  You might also think that you can’t possibly educate your child as well as a state certified teacher might.  But because, subjectively, you are the most significant and important person in the world to your child, you have greater credibility with him and can get more mileage out of instructional time than anyone else could.  And that is an objective reality.” – Gregg Harris, The Christian Home School, Wolgemuth & Hyatt Publishers, 1988

TeriSig

Twitterpated!

I’m deferring…

from the regularly…

scheduled post…

for reasons…

that will be evident shortly.

People ask…

“Do you write blog posts…

ahead of time?”

Yes.

“Do you write the evening…

before you post?”

Yes.

As you can see…

flexibility…

is the name of the game!

At times…

whatever works…

simply takes over!

I did have…

the blog posts…

planned out…

for the remainder…

of this week.

And…

I do generally…

have “blog specific” times…

that I try to follow.

However…

the best laid plans…

This afternoon…

Son #2…

was sighted…

near the computer…

looking somewhat shocked.

Son #2: “Oh.my.word!”

Me: “What?”

Son #2: “Melmutt…

(which is the name…

they address my father by…

long story for another time)…

Melmutt…

wants a Twitter account.”

Me: “WHAT?!”

Son #2: “We need…

to leave…

for the karate dojo…

so I told him…

I’d have…

to help him later.”

Me: “I’ll help him.

Are you sure…

that you heard correctly?!”

Son #2: “I’m positive.”

I digress here…

for a moment…

to reflect upon…

the life-long…

Love of Learning…

that my father…

has faithfully…

exhibited…

and modeled.


He is extremely…

well read…

and a voracious reader at that…

starting first and foremost…

with his core book…

the Bible.

Each.and.every.day.

He can intelligently discuss…

a plethora of subjects…

and is always up…

for learning something new…

isn’t easily…

intimidated…

by daunting…

or difficult obstacles…

and is always…

a gracious and teachable spirit.

He’ll be 75 next month.

He’s plagued…

with some serious health challenges…

yet remains the eternal optimist…

and possesses…

an incredible spirit…

of gratitude.

Sure enough…

upon investigating…

his whereabouts…

I was greeted…

with a broad smile…

and enthusiasm…

when I inquired…

about the Twitter account!

Dad: “I’d LOVE one!”

My dad…

has an iPhone…

because the Hero Hubby…

purchased it.

He took up texting…

immediately…

and was relieved…

to leave…

his three-letters-on-one-key…

model behind!

He’s a texting machine!

I kid you not.

I’ve been…

the recipient…

of many.

As we were setting it up…

I casually inquired…

as to “why” he wanted it.

Dad: “Well…

I read an article…

in the newspaper…

this morning…

and the local sports guy…

invited me…

( figuratively speaking…

of course!)

to follow him on Twitter.”

Me: “Wow, Dad!

So…

any ideas…

about what you’d like…

your Twitter name to be?”

Dad: “I’ll be Melmutt5…

for each of my grandsons.”

Me: “Well…

you need a reference e-mail…

for your account.”

Dad: “Phooey. I don’t have one.

Just use your mother’s.”

A few minutes later…

my mom enters the scene…

as dumbfounded…

as Son #2 was!

Mom: “You will not

believe what just happened!

My e-mail account…

just informed me…

that I needed to confirm…

my Twitter account!

I’m being spammed!”

Dad: “No, you’re not.

I’m on Twitter.

Relax.

Just confirm…

and move on.”

At this point…

I’m honestly wondering…

if I’m in the Twilight Zone!

I’m happy to report…

that he’s up…

informed…

regarding basic functions…

and is following…

per the invite…

of said reporter!

Consider yourselves warned.

He’s following my brother…

he’s following me…

Son #1…

and he may very well be…

looking for you!

Truth be told…

I aspire…

to be half…

the person…

my father is.

And…

I’ll be…

minding my P’s and Q’s…

in the social media world!

Thanks…

for the example…

of loving to learn, Dad!

May your Tweets…

inform…

and your followers…

be many!
TeriSig






Leadership Education: Exactly HOW Do I Do It?

The following was originally posted on May 17, 2010. This will be an interesting week at our house; including a “first” for our family.  Son #1 is moving…both “out” and “away.”  It’s a parent’s “nightmare.” Or is it?  Posts this week, will involve a look back as well as personal thoughts.  Enjoy.  I know I am relishing my last week of  the only type of family life I’ve known thus far is concerned.  Here’s to change! ~ TommyMom

 

This past Saturday, I participated in a conference call for people interested in Leadership Education.  A condensed description of the call went something like this:

“Teri Helms of TommyMom.com will discuss “How Do You Do It?” focusing on Four Keys: Classics, Mentors, Inspire and You”

Whew!  This looks great on paper, doesn’t it?

Most everything in life does.

And then you get to live it out.

That’s where things can sometimes get tricky.

Admittedly, Leadership Education is fascinating, intriguing…

interesting.

Most things that are outside of the box are!

One thing that really remains true, however…

is the fact that you simply can’t tell someone “how to do it!”

It is the acknowledgment and implementation of principles…

that are the tenets…

pillars…

foundations, if you will…

to a way of life.

And each life utilizing them is different.

If I “tell you how to do it”…

then you are equipped to “copy” me.

Scary thought, I know!

The more effective route to go, in seeking an answer to a very common question…

would be to examine what universally defines Leadership Education.

I mean…

how do we think that diversity…

such as has been highlighted in the mothering journeys…

of Katherine McCauley and Amy Maus…

arrive at the same goal?…

Share any form of commonality…

other than being human?!

We’re going look at some thoughts offered by…

the “Obi-Wans” of Thomas Jefferson Education.

They certainly aren’t the only qualified mentors…

but…

in my opinion…

and experience…

they are the most organic in their approach.

This helps everyone…

wherever they are on the journey…

to have a clear cut…

no “bells and whistles” framework…

for defining their own family, as well as personal, journeys.

Obi-Wan #1

and Obi-Wan #2

Which brings me to point number one.

The mentality of Leadership Education holds to the fact…

that everyone is created with genius.

It is the job of the mentor to help bring that genius to the forefront of the individual.

The mentor helps the student through inspiration…

to develop and channel independence effectively.

People are wired for independence.

Mentoring takes on many different forms.

You can read..

listen…

experience through physical presence.

I am fortunate to have had all three of the above mentioned modalities…

with these two gentlemen.

I share this…

because having a love of learning definitely comes in handy.

So do copious note taking abilities!

This way…

I can visit…

revisit…

and revisit some more.

Important skill and a good one to hone!

Leadership Education is education that is internalized.

It goes deep into the heart and soul of the individual…

helping to define who they are…

and what their purpose is for being on this earth.

Classics.

Classics are works of literature…

or bodies of writing…

that put you in touch with tremendous thoughts and ideas…

rather than a “committee” of mediocre minds.

Generally speaking…

most textbooks fall into the category of mediocrity…

rather than inspiring and encouraging a range of great thought.

They teach you “what to think”

not “how” to think.

Knowing “how” to think…

again, generally speaking…

threatens “the system” or the “process.”

Leadership Education is a model…

that fosters a pioneering spirit!

It isn’t looking to copy…

but rather to innovate and create.

It also realizes that there are many things worth fighting for…

and that true education aids and fine tunes those things.

For example…

professionalism can be an aid...

but it isn’t education in and of itself!

With this in mind, then…

setting an “age limit” or defining an “arrival point”…

can be both a dead end and a serious point of frustration.

For example…

saying that someone “has to achieve thus and such”…

at exactly a certain age or point in life…

can be a trap.

This is a life long process!

It’s a beautiful journey…

that can successfully be pursued by all…

and it is immeasurably worth the effort!

I think that the following poem beautifully depicts the calling…

as well as the privilege…

of the mentor…

and of the awesome rewards that come…

from utilizing this model called Leadership Education.

It is from a speech given by Garland Wright.

“Come to the edge…

It’s too high.

Come to the edge…

We might fall.

Come to the edge…

And they came.

And he pushed them.

And they flew.”

In order to glean more information about taking classes with Dr. Shanon Brooks…

using the Leadership Education model…

you can visit here.TeriSig


 

You Go, Girl!

I mentioned…

in Monday’s post…

that I would highlight…

this particular “rage”…

at another time.

Now is that time.

I’ve stated before…

that the LEGO afficianado…

within these four walls…

is Son #4.

His ability…

to craft…

virtually anything

from this resource…

never ceases…

to amaze us.

I’m anxiously…

awaiting a toothbrush…

from the stuff!

That’s where…

I’ll draw the line.

Son #5…

loves it as well…

but assigns it…

a place and time.

Son #4…

is honestly…

rarely, if ever…

without it.

Just recently…

I apologized…

in a place of business…

for an unexpected wait.

He promptly produced…

enough characters…

for himself…

his brother…

and nearly every other child…

within a three chair reach!

It also helps…

that this particular theme…

is based in the martial arts.

It’s as if…

the LEGO Gods…

looked down…

upon our household…

and smiled.

From ear to ear.

Ninjago…

is a game…

much like any…

of the other games…

that became frenzies…

reducing parents…

to endure…

near-death experiences…

at retailers nationwide…

during the holidays!

There are characters…

that you lock into bases…

that spin.

When I say spin…

I mean…

at speeds…

that could leave…

abrasions!

Son #5…

has been…

sucked into…

the Ninja vortex…

mostly due…

to his highly competitive nature!

People ask me…

ALL.THE.TIME…

how I “manage”…

to “hold my own”…

“survive”.,..

“keep my sanity”…

with 5 boys.

In ways…

I admit…

that I…

appear to be a “blip”…

on the radar screen…

entitled “Helms!”

We even have…

male pets!

I do…

consistently…

seek out opportunities…

which reinforce…

that…

1) I’m a girl.

( Yes, in their young years…

they have all argued that point!)

2.  Girls are really good at “stuff.”

Mostly…

I want them to realize…

that women…

should be respected…

and are world changers!

In my…

very-outnumbered-case…

because all…

of effective Leadership Education…

is based on relationships…

and how strong they are…

I’ve pretty much…

resigned myself…

to the fact…

that I will forever…

be exposed to everything…

from “Bob the Builder”…

to John Wayne’s…

entire cinematic catalogue…

throughout…

the remainder of my life.

I was the only woman…

at the midnight screening…

of Terminator 3.

I’m secure in these facts…

and dealt with them years ago.

So…

while watching…

Sons #4 and #5…

“chose their new guys”…

I seized the moment..

when I came across Nya!

She’s one.boss.Ninja!

With two different faces!

The boys were stunned.

Her card revealed…

a high power level.

You betcha, boys!

Now we’re talking!

Sensei Wu…

pictured here on the right…

possesses the most power.

Therefore…

it shouldn’t be a shock…

that he’s #4′s.

Rightly so.

“Jay” to the left…

is #5′s…

“because he’s blue…

and I like him.”

We enter the ring.

The spin…

on Sensei Wu..

and Jay…

is overwhelming!

I can hardly see them!

But…

slow…

first-time-in-the-ring, Nya…

wins out!

In this case…

every round!

It was a deafening…

albeit one-sided…

“roar” that went up!

The boys…

were very gracious.

They were in shock.

This story…

is a tremendous word picture…

of my life…

at this moment.

Crazy busyness…

as well as responsibilities…

have left me spinning.

And it’s a lot faster…

than I can currently…

get Nya to go…

due to lack of experience…

and skill.

Leadership Education..

and its principles…

can seem like this.

But head games…

are dangerous.

Most of the time…

it’s a temptation..

to allow perception…

to out-spin reality.

See…

Nya possesses…

two weapons…

where even Sensei Wu…

can only claim one!

Her double gold swords…

are more than a force..

with which to be reckoned!

There is much talk…

about curriculum…

being prepared for the Fall…

and how to best meet…

your children’s needs…

spinning around…

within home education…

communities right now.

These can be…

good things…

in and of themselves.

For me…

some of the greatest power…

when things get a spin…

comes from re-reading…

the core materials…

of  TJEd.

I’m in the process…

of doing just that.

Regardless…

of how many times…

I’ve read…

“A Thomas Jefferson Education”…

or studied the tenets…

of  “The Student Whisperer”…

they are my golden swords.

The surrounding TJEd resources…

my power cards.

With them…

I stand firm.

No matter who’s spinning…

where they’re headed…

or how much energy…

they’re packing!

It’s all good!

I want exuberant…

whirling dervish…

Love of Learners!

Most of all…

I want them to believe…

beyond the shadow of a doubt…

that I care.

I invest.

I’m interested.

That I’ll evaluate…

examine the process…

and educate myself…

first.

And…

I’m a viable…

force to be reckoned with…

because…

in return…

I’ll have the power!

 

When I turned on…

my iPhone the other day…

this came up…

as my wall paper!

They get it.

I’m a girl…

that’s fully engaged…

invested in power…

to assist…

with knowledge…

as they play their cards.

And together…

we’ll win!

How about you?

Are you fully engaged?

Power Up!
TeriSig
Footnote:  I am extremely honored to be guest posting tomorrow at thetuckerstaketennessee.com for my good friend, Meghan Tucker.  For those interested,I am sharing some tips about raising boys.  They reflect my personal worldview, for those readers who don’t.  Just a fair and friendly warning, not to be mistaken as an apology. ~ TommyMom







A Dedicated Scholar Knows No Boundaries

“Scholar Phase…Is a time to study long hours, to work hard at learning because you love it, to ponder, think, read, write, listen, discuss, debate, analyze and learn.  It is the time to lose your life in study–and if it doesn’t happen in youth, it is very difficult to recreate later.” ~ Oliver DeMille, A Thomas Jefferson Education, page 34

People wonder…

a lot…

about whether or not…

students…

really study.

For long hours.

Consistently.

Joyfully.

Regularly.

Two weeks ago…

I needed…

to make…

a Target run…

on the way…

to another destination.

I grabbed my cart…

Sons #2, #4, and #5…

before heading…

towards specific areas…

to procure…

the desired items.

No…

this wasn’t…

a leisure trip.

At least…

not entirely.

Sons #4 and #5…

had dog sitting cash…

that they had designated…

for these.

They’re the latest…

in the LEGO world.

You pick a character…

in the Ninjago series…

and do battle…

in a ring.

More on that…

another day.

Son #2…

is no longer with me.

No need to panic.

He’s certainly capable…

of self governance!

This was what I saw…

upon backtracking.


Yes, indeed…

dear readers!

To the right…

of the laundry products…

stands an honest-to-goodness…

deeply engrossed…

committed-to-study…

no-matter-where…

youth!

Me: “What are you doing?”

#2: “Reading.”

Me: “Thank you, Captain Obvious!”

#2: “Look, I’m in the middle of a scene.”

Me: “Is that one of your Great Books?”

#2: “Yes.  A Shakespeare volume…

to be exact.  Is there a problem?”

Me: “No, I guess not.”

Here’s the kicker…

oh Great-and-Powerful-Mentor…

that I Am (Not!)

Me: “Try to keep up.”

What?!

Clearly…

the seasonal heat…

is getting to me!

Most people…

would be doing a back flip!

Thankfully…

(and I do

sincerely mean that)

Sons #1-#5…

know me.

Well.

Study this shot…

very carefully!

If you do…

you will see…

the action involved.

Hint: The right foot is moving.

Yes…

God is merciful…

when I am obtuse!

Son #2 casually…

began to saunter behind!

Within moments…

he had disappeared again.

Later…

upon completing…

my personal shopping…

(they don’t refer to me…

as a dynamic…

well-thought mentor…

for nothing, by golly!)

Here is where I found him.

Household Furnishings.

Appropriate.

He never missed a beat.

#2: “Ready?”

Me: “Yes.

Did you finish your scene?”

#2: “What?

I’m sorry…

I was listening…

to the play while reading.

Were you saying something?”

Me: “Not really.”

Oh Great-Mentor-

with-the-half-full-Target-cart!

A few days later…

he informed me…

that he had officially…

completed…

a substantial goal.

He had finished…

The Complete Works of Shakespeare.

He just has…

some sonnets to go.

I texted him…

recently one evening.

Me: “On my way home.

Doing anything fun?”

#2: “Why yes.

I’m writing.

Me: “About what?”

#2: “Shakespeare.

My thoughts…

some comparisons…

goals…

dreams.”

There was an evening…

of dialoguing…

as well.

I understand…

when people say…

“I love…

the book…

“A Thomas Jefferson Eduation…

BUT…

I’m scared…

nervous…

afraid to fail…

think I’ll wreck my kids.”

I get it.

Have had…

those feelings…

myself!

Hopefully…

you’ll persist.

Swallow pride…

banish fear…

trust…

that Oliver DeMille…

didn’t just write…

some nifty hopes…

in a 191 page book.

Because he didn’t.

The principles work.

I’ve got kids…

pictures…

and bags from Target…

to prove it!

You can do this!

Press On!
TeriSig


Lookout!

Saturday evening…

we were hot…

tired…

and had waited…

entirely too long…

to eat dinner.

We were also…

out of town.

It was honestly…

one of those “crisis moments”…

when you’re certain…

the last…

of your remaining blood sugar…

just left through your feet.

Hero Hubby hit…

an iPhone search…

and came up…

with a Sizzler close by.

Many are aware…

that the Sizzler corporation…

went bankrupt years ago.

So…

remaining restaurants…

are privately owned.

Here is the gist…

of the conversation.

HH: “We’ll try Sizzler.”

Me: “What if it’s a gross one?”

( I can be really optimistic like that!)

HH: “Then we’ll go back to the Outback…

that we just happened to pass.”

Here is the “gross” Sizzler.

I’ve honestly…

never experienced one so nice!

It was merely…

a couple of notches…

down from semi-formal dining.

And…

upon our arrival…

was jam packed.

Gone…

was the garlic cheese toast…

ever present in my youth…

and hel-lo fresh…

hot yeast rolls…

with honey butter!

The salad bar…

was nearly twice…

the size…

of the normal…

point of reference.

There were staff…

fluttering everywhere…

to meet the demands…

of ever present customers.

One gentleman…

could clearly…

be identified…

as “management.”

He honestly…

possessed the confidence…

and poise…

of a great leader.

But he looked tired.

After we…

were finally seated…

I noticed…

he had “set up shop”…

nearby…

in a two person booth…

that was facing me.

Shortly after…

our arrival…

a family came…

with individuals…

that were elderly…

as well as some…

with special needs.

The “manager”…

was working diligently…

on a laptop…

materials…

openly visible…

on all sides.

He was definitely busy.

Hero Hubby and I…

are always looking…

for examples of leadership…

being practiced…

in the day to day.

It’s a valuable discipline…

because it encourages you…

to dedicate yourself…

to finding the positive…

as well as the practice…

of encouraging others.

All of a sudden…

an individual…

at the above table…

spilled their drink.

Of course…

it wasn’t a small one.

There was liquid…

traveling everywhere.

Up…

down…

across…

sideways…

with ice…

and plenty of protests…

following.

The manager…

while deeply committed…

to his work…

literally jumped up…

reassured the flustered gentleman…

attempting to get things…

under control…

with, “Sir, hang on…

I’m here to help…

I’ll be right back.”

It should be mentioned…

that there were…

lesser staff…

present in the room.

This man…

literally ran…

to the kitchen…

grabbed hot rags…

as well as several…

other individuals….

and returned…

to the table promptly.

Crisis solved.

The embarassed family…

looked relieved…

while apologizing profusely…

for the inconvenience.

Once the man…

was again seated…

it struck me…

how unnecessary…

it had been…

for him…

to “go the extra mile.”

My boys…

had taken…

this in as well.

I pointed out…

his stellar decision…

to lead by example…

and then decided…

that I should also…

share my appreciation with him!

Initially…

he looked slightly embarrassed.

I insisted…

that his example…

was rare…

in today’s culture…

was very much noticed…

and highly appreciated.

He smiled warmly…

and up close…

looked more fatigued…

than I had initially thought.

“Ma’m…

you honestly…

just made my day…

which has been 14 hours long…

so far…

and your compliment…

is an incredibly appreciated boost.”

I reiterated…

how vital…

Servant Leadership…

is…

in today’s society…

and thanked him again.

He smiled at me…

and said “Good Night!”…

as he rose to leave.

Imagine my shock…

when the real manager…

pulled up a chair…

next to mine…

and introduced herself…

about 20 minutes later!

She handed me…

a gift certificate…

for two free dinners…

compliments…

of the Vice President…

of Operations…

for 25 restaurants…

in their corporation!

“This Sizzler…

just re-opened 5 weeks ago,”…

she explained.

“He’s been working…

with all of the employees…

on definitions of Leadership.

You honestly made his night!”

I wasn’t unhappy either!

I must ask…

how are our day-to-day practices…

of recognizing Leadership examples…

and efforts going?

Whether at home…

in a restaurant…

or just simply…

“out and about”…

are we looking for behavior…

that reinforces…

the habits and practices…

we expound upon and desire?

I hope so!

While a complimentary meal…

may not be riding on it…

lots of efforts…

and eventual habits are!

Verbal recognition…

is so effective…

and it, too…

is free!
TeriSig






Here’s to Rest!

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.  ~James Dent

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.  ~John Lubbock

 

We are already into July!

It is my hope…

that you are seeking…

as well as experiencing…

rest.

And…

that your “lawn mower…

is broken”…

at least…

a couple…

of additional days…

a week.

I know…

that I need…

to be more intentional…

about both…

of these concepts…

and put them…

into practice.

Summer…

will give way…

to fall…

before we know it.

How about you?

What are you doing…

this summer…

to make certain…

that you experience rest?
TeriSig

A Celebration of Interdependence

Traffic on the freeway…

closest to our house…

is already bumper-to-bumper…

with RVs…

tent trailers…

and flatbeds…

loaded with Sea-Dos…

and four wheelers…

heading out of town…

to celebrate…

Independence.

This particular reference…

would give a nod…

towards that which…

recognizes…

the forming…

of a nation.

Independence: The state or quality of being independent; freedom from dependence. ( Miriam-Webster Dictionary)

It is understood…

in America…

that this…

is a quality…

that is desirable.

Much of the time…

this isn’t a point…

I would contest.

Today…

it is.

What about…

the fading art…

of gracious interdependence?

Interdependence: dependence between two or more people, groups, or things. ( Miriam-Webster)

The forms…

which define…

Leadership Education…

thrive on healthy…

interdependence.

They seek…

to find commonality…

when at times…

due to differing worldviews…

it can be challenging…

to identify.

Our family…

has had…

the distinct privilege…

of participating…

in activities…

classes…

and events…

that skillfully…

and artistically…

combine…

the qualities…

of Independence…

and Interdependence.

These are…

life skills…

to wisely…

cultivate…

practice…

fine tune…

and hone.

They will never…

be perfect.

One of…

the beautiful things…

about pursuing…

the practice…

of healthy interdependence…

is the inevitable blossoming…

of true friendship.

Friendship…

that ironically…

celebrates…

commonality…

while honoring…

Independence.

Just two days ago…

I was having…

a deep conversation…

with a dear friend…

about the often…

upside down focus…

on Scholar Phase…

rather than Core.

It would seem…

that Scholar Phase…

is a point of arrival.

A place of validation…

both for the parent(s)…

as well as student(s).

It is…

indeed…

a wonderful phase…

and a tremendously challenging…

place to be.

I would…

respectfully submit…

that life…

with its euphoria…

and joys…

also wields…

grief and sorrow…

in due time.

It is inevitable.

It is during…

these difficult times…

that we are…

all tested…

sometimes almost ruthlessly…

regarding our personal…

understanding…

mastery…

and comprehension…

of Core phase.

This is one…

of those times.

The TJEd Community…

received devastating news…

that Sam Lawrence…

has been taken from us.

I know…

that during…

summer months especially…

the talk amongst…

the motherhood community…

is one of serious desire…

for independence…

that has been lost…

due to ever present children!

And yet…

focusing on…

fine tuning…

interdependence…

that celebrates…

be it through literature…

conversation…

the arts…

or dialoguing as friends…

lends a sweet perspective…

to this journey called life.

It inevitably…

polishes Core phase…

in the process…

which only serves…

to produce…

a better “you.”

To the Lawrence Family…

We love you…

grieve with you…

celebrate…

the life of Sam with you.

And Sam…

here’s to great discussions…

raucous laughter…

serious debate…

warm smiles…

and the celebration…

of healthy interdependence.

May Independence…

be equally healthy…

in submitting…

to this virtue…

out of deference…

and love for friends.

We’ll miss you!

Sam Lawrence in King Lear, 2009


I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends. ~ William Shakespeare

Bathing Suits for Mature Women

It’s the time of year…

where we celebrate the Sun, Surf and Sand…

along with an occasional sunburn!

Many people take a break from academia…

even if for a brief time.

We need down time…

for rest and relaxation.

A dear friend…

sent the following to me.

There was no credit that I could find.

Most every mother…

can relate.

Scratch that.

Every sensible woman…

will get this…

and everyone…

with a sense of humor…

will be rewarded!

If you’re drinking something…

while reading…

you may want to swallow…

before continuing.

I know I did.

I’ll see you on the beach…

in cut offs!
TeriSig



The Bathing Suit ~ (by a  middle-age woman who is unknown)

When I was a child in the 1960s…

the bathing suit for the “mature figure”…

was-boned…

trussed…

and reinforced…

not so much sewn as engineered.


They were built…

to hold back and uplift…

and they did a good job.

Today’s stretch fabrics…

are designed…

for the prepubescent girl…

with a figure carved…

from a potato chip.

The mature woman…

has a choice.

She can either…

go up front to the maternity department…

and  try on a floral suit with a skirt…

coming away…

looking like a  hippopotamus…

that escaped from Disney’s Fantasia…

or she can wander around…

every run-of-the-mill department store…

trying to make…

a sensible choice…

from what amounts…

to a designer range…

of fluorescent rubber bands.

What choice did I have?

I wandered around…

made my sensible choice…

and entered…

the chamber of  horrors…

known as the fitting room.

The first thing I noticed…

was  the extraordinary…

tensile strength…

of the stretch material.

The Lycra…

used in bathing costumes…

was developed…

I believe…

by NASA…

to launch small  rockets…

from a slingshot…

which gives the added bonus…

that if you manage…

to actually lever yourself into one…

you would be protected…

from  shark attacks.

Any shark

taking a swipe…

at your passing midriff…

would immediately…

suffer whiplash.

I fought my way…

into the bathing suit…

but as I twanged…

the shoulder strap in place…

I gasped in horror.

My boobs had disappeared!

Eventually…

I found one…

cowering under my left armpit.

It took a while…

to find the other.

At last…

I located it…

flattened beside…

my seventh rib.

The problem…

is that modern bathing suits…

have no bra cups.

The mature woman…

is meant to wear her boobs…

spread across her chest…

like a speed bump.

I realigned my speed bump…

and lurched toward the mirror…

to take a full view assessment.

The bathing suit fit all right…

but unfortunately…

it only fit those bits of me

willing…

to stay inside it.

The rest of me…

oozed out rebelliously…

from top, bottom and sides.

I looked like…

a lump of Playdoh…

wearing undersized cling wrap.

As I tried…

to work out…

where all those extra bits…

had come from…

the prepubescent sales girl…

popped her head…

through the curtain.

“Oh, there you are,” she said…

admiring the bathing suit.

I replied…

that I wasn’t so sure…

and asked what else…

she had to show me.

I tried on…

a cream, crinkled one…

that made me look…

like a lump…

of masking tape…

and a floral two-piece…

that gave the appearance…

of an oversized napkin…

in a serving ring.

I struggled…

into a pair…

of  leopard-skin bathers…

with ragged frills…

and came out looking…

like Tarzan’s Jane…

pregnant with triplets…

and having a rough day.

I tried on…

a black suit…

with a midriff…

and looked like…

a jellyfish in mourning.

I tried on a bright pink suit…

with such a high cut leg…

I thought…

I would have to wax my eyebrows…

to wear it.

Finally…

I found a suit…

that fit!

It was a two-piece affair…

with a shorts-style bottom…

and a loose…

blouse-type top.

It was cheap…

comfortable…

and  bulge-friendly…

so I bought it!

My ridiculous search…

had a successful outcome!

When I got it home…

I found a label…

that read…

“Material might become…

transparent in water.”

So…

if  you happen to be…

on the beach…

or near any other…

body of water this year…

and I’m there too…

I’ll be the one…

in cut-off jeans…

and a T-shirt!

Sensational Science: Or Rather…One Great Book!

I’ve been asked…

several times lately…

if I school year round…

take conventional breaks…

“make” my kids do things…

such and such a way…

etc., etc., etc.

I’d like to tell you…

that I give this…

tremendous thought.

While in some ways…

I truly do…

I have worked…

to blur the lines…

between school and life…

as much as possible.

Because…

in my never-to-be-perfect mind…

they are one and the same.

It’s worked so far…

and I can be really “ruttish”…

regarding change.

Yes…

I am aware…

that I just made up…

a word.

I’ve been invited…

to blog…

about raising boys…

in a couple of weeks…

on a lovely friend’s site.

More on that later.

In keeping somewhat…

with that thought…

here is a quick point…

that I do believe…

I pretty much have down…

at this particular…

stage of the game.

Boys need excitement…

sensationalism…

danger…

and if possible…

loud noise…

bordering upon…

illegal explosion.

While in Seattle…

I got this book.

Glancing at the title…

and graphics alone…

I knew I had a winner!

Because I have 5 boys…

just in case you’ve forgotten.

This book…

even sports a warning…

that perhaps…

you shouldn’t try…

many of the experiments listed…

without an adult’s supervision!

Words like…

rocket…

catapult…

Frankenstein…

burning ice…

are all present…

within this gem!

We decided…

to ease into…

these adventures…

by starting…

with this beauty.

The step by step…

directions…

complete with interesting graphics…

were right there to behold!

And…

we had just…

eaten chicken for dinner…

the previous evening!

I love it when…

a plan comes together!

( Minus most of the planning!)

First things first!..

In case someone…

“accidentally” mistakes…

the vitamin C container…

filled with chicken bones…

for vitamin C…

we took the time…

to label responsibly.

Whew!

Next…

we added…

“the secret ingredient”…

which isn’t so secret.

It’s vinegar.

And…

at the end…

of three very long days…

(at least in the minds of two little boys)…

we have…

rubber chicken bones!

While Son #3…

went on…

and on…

and on some more…

about how disgusting…

and nauseating…

this was.

A career in medicine…

has been eliminated.

The book…

also explains…

very clearly…

what has transpired…

and why…

for each of the experiments.

Yes…

some of them…

are going out on a limb…

in assuming…

that you will…

indeed survive…

without injury…

and be able…

to draw said conclusions!

As you can now clearly see…

some of you…

are giving us…

far too much credit…

over here…

for being…

polished.

What we do

have down fairly well…

is this.

“The most powerful lessons occur where studies intersect with real life. ” ~ Oliver DeMille, A Thomas Jefferson Education, page 54.




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