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Thursday 24. October 2019

‘Tis that time of night~I’m the only one yet up and about~my favorite time of the day~late evening.  Such a peaceful time.  

The seasons have begun to change, autumn is in full swing…have had quite a bit of precipitation and chilly weather, the leaves have really been coming down.  Come autumn I’m always so happy to live in the country, we don’t have to rake leaves!  I love the look of the leaves carpeting the ground.  Always my favorite time of the year…although dread for it to end when the snow begins to swirl.  

I’m now back to being a mostly stay-at-home mom although in all reality I’m not needed so much now that our youngest is in his next to last year of high school.  Although working as an aide is only a “part time” position, my opinion is working only a few hours short of 40 hours a week is a full time job without the perks.  But, my opinion.  I was getting more and more behind with my work at home and feeling so tired from being on my feet all day and dealing with middle school “drama”…working only for something to do, it was apparent that something had to give…put my two weeks in and last Friday was my last day.  I will continue working as a sub up to two days a week, so will still get to see the kiddos and be of some help and get out of the house a bit.  

Not until last Thursday when I finally had to begin to the let the kiddos know that I was going to be leaving, did I realize just how important aides can be to these kiddos at such a crazy time in their youth.  Had not expected the crying, the “no, you can’t leave”, the “what am I going to do without you to talk to when I need to” type of heart hurting comments to be made.  Last year when I was hired the now retired middle school principal had said in the aides not so much of a teacher type person was wanted but more of a mother/grandmother type person.  The kids feel upset or frustrated or feel the need to vent, they…at least at our school…tend to come to the aides before the teachers or guidance counselor.  It’s not uncommon for when told a kiddo should really go to a teacher, the guidance counselor or the principal for said kiddo to ask if the aide can go with or maybe just talk to the person first.  It’s easy to become attached to the kids you’ve learned haven’t had it easy in life, especially when that kid who acted out so much has become a better behaved kid…you feel almost like you had a small part in that.  Those kids have a way of getting into a person’s heart.

When my kids were in school and would talk about certain aides or resource teachers being those they felt they could go to when stressed or having trouble with a class or a teacher I did not understand. There were no aides when I was in school.  I can absolutely understand if a parent would get upset by a child finding an adult at school to be their person to go to when having a hard time, I remember feeling that way with my oldest, but I totally get it and so thankful she had those few adults so could go to who could understand her because they were with her in the place she was having a hard time, they were able to do so much more for her.  

My son has a couple a ladies in high school he has a relationship with that I am so thankful for, that have helped him with his struggles in school with his learning difficulties.  Have told him that I’m glad he has those he can go to when another teacher has made him mad or feels treated him unfairly, someone who can help him navigate those rough waters and teach him how to do better.  Have learned those kids will come running with big grins on their faces and showing that really great grade they got in a class they’d been struggling with!  

Can you tell I miss my kiddos?  It also helps make an old lady feel of worth when her kids are basically all grown. Definitely do not miss the politics of the running of the place…nor do I miss the getting up early and going to bed early.  Not easy for a night owl.  

I do so love the peace of the evening!  

Until again…melmpf    

 

The Machine

Slowly getting the new group of 6th graders and the older kids I didn’t have last year acclimated to my way. Haven’t had anyone in days ask what I mean when told to, “go get your machine”, not has anyone corrected me saying, “it’s not a machine, it’s a Chromebook. ”

Last year I began to teach the kids to just humor me, I’m old, just go with the flow. I get the biggest kick when one of the yahoos use one of my old sayings…they really do listen! Now if they’d just start picking up on “flying under the radar”, it’s something my mother has told me kids for years…”just keep under the radar, you get in less trouble that way.” It’s funny how they are so surprised when they get in trouble doing something they’ve been told numerous times to not do or they’d get in trouble.

Not always an easy job, but working with those junior high kids really does brighten my day more often than not.

Until Again!

melmpf

The Beginning

From the time I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a farmer and a stay-at-home mom just like my mom and dad.  There was never a doubt in my mind that I was going to be a farm girl FOREVER!  As a farmer’s child I think you are either born with the love for the farm or not.  My brother and I were born with it, our sister was not.  While we were outside riding horses or messing with the livestock, sister was in the house reading or off in town with her friends.

Although my dream of having an Old MacDonald’s type farm didn’t quite work out for me, we are still in the ag industry and have slowly built our small acreage up over the years and have too many horses, a Zebu bull, a dwarf Angus heifer, one longhorn cow and her two month old calf.  I have my pumpkin patch and flower garden I love to go out and pull weeds while listening to an audio book or a podcast or two.  Old Boy and The Boy have begun a small hay baling operation after having a harder and harder time over the years of being able to find good small square hay bales.  Times have gotten harder to find high school aged kids willing to bale, so big round bales have become the way.  I so enjoy watching My Guys head out to bale.  Guess it gives me that Days of Old type feeling.

Before I was born my dad farmed with his family.  Months after I was born we moved off the family homeplace to our own place to farm about 20 miles away.  Grandma and Grandpa had retired and built a new home in town not long before our move.  Often Grandpa would come out and work on the farm, but the days of farming with the family was over.

Not a large scale farm by any means, dad had plenty of land and cattle to merit a full time hired hand until the mid-80’s when the farming crisis hit.  By that time Brother had graduated high school and college and worked along dad on the farm while also starting his own cattle herd and small livestock hauling operation.

My folks were fortunate enough to have survived the hell of the 80’s, but did have to scale down a lot and have to work their way back again.  In his 70’s now, dad has been able to scale down again, of his own accord this time, and do just what he wants to do.  He has his longhorns he raises, he still has a section of land he raises corn, alfalfa and oats.  He still has his roping horses, although not as many as once.  He still ropes, although not as often as he once did…a hobby he’ll never give up…along with the farming he’ll never give up.  

Thinking of my life without the rural lifestyle, and all that comes with it…I can’t even imagine and wouldn’t want to either.  I quite honestly believe it’s in the blood.

Peace Out!

melmpf

Thursday 25. April 2019

We’ve made it past midweek, the end is in sight! The past few weeks seem to have gone by much quicker than the previous few. The school year is starting to run down it’s clock and for that I am thankful! 25 school days to go!

This spring has been a challenge at school…kids tired of school and wanting summer break to come, adults getting on one another’s nerves, snow and flooding popping up to burst everyone’s bubble that spring was finally here.

Something has changed lately, maybe just the spring air that finally has arrived and seems to possibly be staying. Adults are getting along better and we seem to be getting more cooperation from the kiddos. Not sure what it is, but definitely not questioning it…just enjoying that the days seem to be moving by at a better speed.

About a week ago I finally had enough of two teachers who I feel have really decided they don’t like me and have made it more than obvious and somehow have been able to let it go. The one I seem to not notice so much anymore or maybe she’s realized she can’t get to me anymore and ignoring me back. The other has talked to me everyday this week and has been civil. Guess my soft heart should have learned how to let it go a long time ago.

A couple weeks ago my schedule was changed a bit in the afternoons and now have 6th and 7th grade study halls instead of just the 6th and now with a 7th grade girl in the afternoons…amazing the amount of maturity one grade level shows…enjoy both my 6th and 7th graders but can definitely have a more intelligent conversation with the 7th graders. Today’s word that confused them was debonair…so had them look it up…they have a new word in their vocabulary!