Never say Never

I have truly learned the meaning of the term "Never Say Never" this past year. Prior to 'life happening" I was the first person to say what I would never do..where I would never go..what I would never say. These days, I just live life one moment at a time and hope for the best and pray that life's circumstances will not overtake me but take me closer to my destiny!

What's up with me..

The school year has ended and it was a doozy..full of twists and turns. But the key is, I survived and so did my wonderful staff. I pray that next year is a lot smoother and the work life is simpler.

I am starting school next week. Never quite envisioned myself going back to school with my children still so young. However, I ain't getting no younger and a wonderful opportunity presented itself. I am very excited, but know that it's going to take another level of organization for myself.

My kids are growing so fast...now ages 8, 6, soon 4, and 1. They keep me on my toes. Aminah is talking with such clarity these days. She was a late bloomer in this area. One of her favorite quotes these days is, "I'm not your friend." Or question.."Are you my friend?" It's amazing how different boys and girls are. My boys never asked these type of questions or made such statements. I keep trying to tell her that I am her "Mom...not her friend." Her reply is always.."But you are my mommy and friend." The big boys will be starting basketball camp next week and baby boy will be spending more time with me:) He is getting quite adventurous..walking, trying to run and saying Momma!

I am blessed!!
Blessed.. by Jill Scott
http://www.youtube.com/user/missjillscott?blend=7&ob=5#p/c/A15215C38EA574B2/0/c6BgPh2VIcM

I'm Not Your Superwoman!

I have never been a self-proclaimed superwoman. Yes, I have a lot on my plate and yes, my life is full..but I am no superwoman. I am just a woman who takes care of business and knows how to take a break when I need one!

Yes!!

It's Winter Break!!! And while I should be sleeping in late..I'm not, but I'm just thankful for not having to go anywhere. Of course, my little ones are home. We'll make the best of our time.

Notes From the Principal's Office

So...Who visited the principal's office this past month and why?(Of course I am not using real names)

1. Tony, a third grade boy, was walking around the playground saying, "Vagina, vagina, vagina."

2. Chad, a third grade boy, was calling his classmates, "Jack Ass."

3. Dave, a 1st grade boy, put the scissors up to another students face and told him he needed new glasses.

4. Tanya, a kinder girl, put the scissors(Thank God, these are blunt, kid scissors)up to another students face because he was trying to write on her paper.


5. Ross, a 1st grade boy, choked another student because she wouldn't tell him what she said to another student.

6. Dee, a 2nd grade girl, cut her barrette out of her head...almost cutting off her 15 inch pony tail.

7. Ross, same 1st grade boy, jabbed the teacher in the stomach while being escorted to the office.

8. Evan, third grade boy, stole golden tickets (reward tickets for being on best behavior), and attempted to purchase items from the golden ticket store.

Looks like I am going to have to ban any kind of scissors, provide self defense classes for the students and teachers, maybe begin sex-ed classes and hide those golden tickets!

Writers Block

I have writers block but....I am going to make myself write something anyways. It's not really writer's block....I am just TIRED. I wonder when I will get good consistent rest again. Will it be when all the kids are middle school and up and they know the value of sleeping in. This morning Jahlel, our 7 year old, walked into the room about 6:45 and declared.."Mommy, it's morning!" Although I almost threw something, I refrained and told him to go back to his room until I get up. Mind you, I had already been awake for at least 30 minutes. Adar, now 8 months, had been up making noises in the playpen next to our bed. Aminah, our 3 year old had snuck in our bed at some point in the middle of the night and had awaken shortly after the baby. Qiym, our five year old, had already walked passed the room door a couple of times making it clear that he was ready to eat...he's hands down the biggest eater in the family.

So, it is 12:02 a.m. and I why am I up? It's the only time when no one is up asking me for stuff. But, I am going to wrap this up and call it a night because soon I will be up making bisquits, bacon, grits and egss!

When children speak....I listen.

There are times when I have a conversation with one of my students which leave me speechless.

Over the summer, third grader, Jaime(alias) lost her 27 year old father to a rare heart condition. Yesterday as I was supervising on the playground Jaime came up to me and asked, "Mrs. Pope, did your mother die when you were a little girl?"
"No Jaime. My mom is alive and lives in Oakland."
"My dad passed away this summer and I had a dream about him last night. Ever since I had that dream, I keep seeing and hearing things."
"Really, Like what?," I reply.

"Well, whenever I look at one of the boys at school, I see my dad's face. It's as if he is going into their body to give me a message. I also see his footsteps. It's like he is calling me to go with him. I try to follow them, but they eventually disappear. When I am doing work in class, I hear him giving me the answers. When I walk places, he walks with me. He used to always walk me into places. Do you know he was only 27. He was too young to die and I am too young to have all these thoughts in my mind. I am only 8. I need to talk with someone." These were her exact words.

I am sitting and listening, but not verbally responding. I am not a trained counselor and I am afraid I may say something incorrect and in this instance, that would be dangerous. I do tell her about a grief group that is going on at the elementary school next door. I ask her if she thinks she may want to participate. She says yes, and I get her the permission slip to give to her mom. Our school, of only 196, has counseling services only 1-2 hours per week. Hopefully Jaime will start the sessions this week.

I am so amazed by my scholars. There are times I wonder if I can be as strong as they are. If I can articulate exactly what is going on with me and the need for help.
It's students like Jaime who help me forget about the challenges that are going on within the district. She and the others remind me daily of why I fight so hard for them and why I need to push even harder to get them what they need.

Jaime is not the only student who lost her father this summer..Aya(first grade) also lost her very young father to a heart attack and she is not as vocal about her experience. However, I will also see if her mom wants her signed up for the group as well.

Tired, drained, stressed, irritated, strained, and in need of some relief...and a release.

WOW!

So this year has been so busy I haven't had time or energy to write. Big changes at work have been a major challenge. Overall, I am still standing..with a smile...and greeting my students with a smile each day.

My babies are well. Jahlel loves 2nd grade. He's learning a lot already. He's also getting a crush on a different girl every week. How did this happen? My husband blames me:)

Qiym, my five year old, started Kinder and seems to be adjusting quite well. I need to spend more time working with him on reading.

Aminah..my 3 year old (going on 17)daughter is going to speech classes in the morning and regular school the rest of the day. Her speech is improving more and more..THANK GOD!

Adar...the easy one, only six months. He still has a pretty calm demeanor. I wonder if he will remain this way or change overnight..like the others:)

Me and the hubby..tryna squeeze in couple time when we can. It's funny how when we had one child we could always find a sitter..with four...nearly impossible!!

Year Three Begins!

In two weeks my 3rd year as a principal will begin. I have learned a great deal from my students, their families, my staff and all who have walked through the doors of our school. Each year I aim to get better. This year, I will depend more on God for direction and strength. Pray for me!