Family Photo Shoot SNEAK PEEK

November 18, 2010

Attention Angelenos:

Scott Pereira Photography is offering a holiday special for Saturday ONLY! For $50 you get a mini portrait session lasting half an hour, one 8×10, and a cd of your photos (perfect for your holiday cards.) Contact Scott to schedule your appointment now, as far as I know there are only a few slots left. (WordPress isn’t letting me add the hyperlink, so go here: http://www.scottpereira.com)

We did ours last week, but this is all you’re going to see. 😉

*** rained out Saturday, rescheduled for December 4th.  So there’s still time for all you slackers!


No Time for a Title

November 18, 2010

Boy Blue is back to himself. Fortunately for us his spell was short-lived and suddenly he was the same little kid he was before. I only had to cancel one day of lessons (even though I’m fairly sure he wasn’t contagious and he had stopped vomitting several hours before the lessons would have started) and take one day off of regular life.

Today we’re back to normal. Which means: what am I doing on the computer?

My day has begun. Race to get ready! Race to the doctor! Race to school! Race to preschool! Race to school! Supervise delivery of fundraised products! Race home to piano lessons! Race to make supper! Race to bed!

(and I wonder why I haven’t taken down the old weatherstripping and hung the new stuff yet?  or why there’s a pile of papers on my desk? or why my other to-do projects are never done?)


Wednesday

November 17, 2010

Here I am, on a quiet Wednesday morning. It is a perfect 68 degrees outside, the sky is blue, the sun is warm, the squirrel is looking for my neighbour’s daily bread scraps that she leaves for the birds. It’s a perfect Wednesday morning and I am inside, trying to take advantage of my sudden availability and get done all those things that haven’t quite.

Boy Blue seems to be doing better now. It’s been six hours since he started vomitting but he’s eating now and I think it’s been an hour since he threw up. My brain is all over the place. Of course I’m trying to stay calm, to not go there, to that terrible place that immediately conjures up the first half of ’08. So I’m trying to stay busy doing all those other things that need to be done, and not think.

Instead of sitting on the couch with my sick boy. Instead of taking advantage of this time to just be with him.

I’ve got so many different things going on right now, more pies than thumbs if you ask me, and sometimes I think I can do it all: segment my time and thoughts and be supermom. But what good is supermom if she is too busy to actually be mom?

The world can wait. My sick boy and I are going to watch pbs all day.


A Catalyst for Clarity

November 6, 2010

The job was mine if I wanted it, but from the minute Amiee called me to tell me about an opening at her son’s preschool (two blocks from my home) through the following week, I never once asked myself if I wanted it. Because when it comes to money, as well all know, more is always better. Right?

So I listened to Amiee tell me about her preschool needing a music teacher for Tuesday and Thursday mornings and that she had already told them all about me and how I was perfect for the job and here is the number and the names of the women with whom I should speak. And I promised her I’d call first thing Monday morning because, as anyone who’s ever looked for a job knows, you don’t call on Friday afternoon. That weekend I listened to President Uchtdorf talk about minimizing and focusing only on what’s really important. I heard him, but thought “yeah, but this is money.” Plus, although outside of my training, it was something I felt I could do and it would be professionally challenging.

So I called the school on Monday and they made an appointment with me to teach two lessons on Thursday so they could see me in action. I did nothing but plan in the interim. I did not clean, I don’t remember cooking. I was thorough and complete, and by Thursday morning I was prepared.  (Thanks in no small part to Sariah, a queen among women.)

After meeting the administrator (the owner was out for the day) and touring the facility I had some downtime in the music room before the class came in, and it occurred to me that I didn’t really care if I didn’t get the job. How liberating! No pressure, no stress!

The lessons went well, and the administrator asked me to come back on Tuesday to teach the full morning of classes and the owner would be in to observe me. She recommended a few things for me to tweak with my lessons to be more in line with “the Montessori way” and sent me home with a smile.

She didn’t mind that my music degree was an associates in piano pedagogy, and that my bachelor’s degree was in ElEd where I had focused my time with fifth- and sixth-graders; she knew I was capable of doing the job.

That’s when I finally started to question how capable I really was of doing the job. I didn’t know what it would pay, but likely not more than I would then shell out to put Boy Blue into preschool those mornings. And on the mornings I wasn’t teaching he’d just be watching pbs while I do my lesson plans? And what about my other responsibilities: cooking, cleaning, laundry? How could I keep up with them if I couldn’t do so when planning only two lessons? The more I thought about it the more I wondered if I even wanted the job. Finally I concluded that I had waited three and a half years to have Boy Blue all to myself, and now that Little Red is in school and Daytime Brother has moved out of state, I have that time with him, and I wasn’t ready to give that up. Suddenly no amount of money would be worth it to me, that they could offer me a million dollars and I wouldn’t take the job.

I called the school on Friday, when I was positively sure, and had convinced Paul there was no way I would change my mind. I called and thanked the administrator for the opportunity, told her how much I had enjoyed teaching those classes and how I liked what they were doing in the school. I explained to her that I had a little guy at home who was getting bigger every day and I just wasn’t ready to send him away while I went back to work. I told her to hold on to my resume and that if they were looking for a teacher in two years, which I told her that I hoped they did not have that kind of a turnover because it’s so very tough on the school to be looking all the time, to please call me. I would be very much interested in the job, but not now.

I felt so relieved, so happy, so light when I hung up the phone. (Amiee told me the following week how disappointed the school administrators were, that they liked me and the job was mine, but none of that would change my mind.)

I proceeded to have the best weekend I had had in a long time, filled with many big and small miracles.  Within a week I had added a tutoring student to more than compensate for the money I’d have received teaching preschool before I’d have to shell out for Boy Blue’s preschool.  Our preschool coop finally got off the ground.  And I received a lot more clarity about what I really want to do when I grow up. (hint: it requires me going back to school when Boy Blue starts kindergarten, not teaching preschool music.)  I am so glad Amiee called and got me to apply for that job that I don’t want!


This Just In …

November 1, 2010

I’m praciting the ukulele for tomorrow’s music class: stringed instruments. (It’s my first time playing for anyone. It’s a really really simple song, and it’s one to which they’ll sing along as we learned it last month which makes it a perfect debut.)

The boys are cleaning up the play doh so they can have a turn with the ukulele. (Mental note: buy ukuleles for boys for Christmas so I don’t have to share.)

Suddenly I hear Little Red say/sing

“This is the Mom song
because Moms are great
Moms are better
than chocolate cake!”