Changing: The Unbalanced Chronicles

  It  was moving day today and I did good. I only cried once when I said a prayer with my family and I dried it up quick. Of course, now that I'm sitting here with nothing but my thoughts,  I'm feeling a little melancholy.   T here have been so many, many years that I hurt as I watched Connor stand back while others got to play, got the awards, got the compliments, got the recognition.  Today it was Connor who stepped forward.  God has given us everything we have ever prayed  and that is a very happy thing to praise!!! Still, isn't it a little sad to know this boy is not going to come bounding down the steps to perform a "match" for me when he is supposed to be doing his homework?? I mean he will probably hold a match now in this 'get up' but he is MUCH too tall for it not to be weird (or more weird). Today was a good day because my family was together and we made each other laugh. We laughed at Carlee who takes forever to do anything, and goes at her very

As I walk into my 23rd year of teaching I face a new transition. I am leaving the classroom and moving into a leadership position. My new job is - (drum roll) Exceptional Needs Program Specialist I know the "specialist" part is a reach but hey I'm not one to argue with any title.  T he reality is being old sometimes makes you qualified for things.  I've been doing this a long time, not to mention I've pulled my own kids (that require their own support) through the public school maze.   I really had to pray, pray, pray over the decision to leave my post in 7th grade.  We had a very good working team and I was pretty excited that Carlee would be moving up on my hall.  Yet this specific position was a need and completely new. I made my decision prior to Christmas, but I never felt at ease with it until the final three months of last year.  There was a series of circumstances that just let me know that it was time for a change and things would be ok. So what will I be

 Today Carlee and I did a switch!   She did my makeup and I did hers.   Although we share a love of having fun with colors and potions,  boyyyy  is there a huge generational gap in everything we do (including something as simple as skin). Back in the good ole' days, I started with a copy of Seventeen magazine and this: Generation Z has social media "morning routines" and (over expensive) skincare regiments. I don't see girls going through the "awkward" stage as much. While we have very different styles and methods, today we met in the middle. We also pulled up some mother/ daughter conversation questions.   I had to edit most out for time, but we had a lot of good conversations.   (I just love my girl.) As far as the make up goes-  I think the consensus for us is to stick with what we know. I'm a 90s girl and she's a 2020s' girl... but INNER beauty remains timeless.   The heart is most important of all. Enjoy our Freaky Friday Switch! 😆