It just occurred to me that this week we are celebrating three of my favorite professions…NuRsEs, TeAcHeRs, and MotHeRs! Having been a first grade teacher for the 8 years prior to having my children I know how teaching can sometimes seem like a thankless job. There are MaNy parents who go out of their way to let you know that they appreciate the difference you are making in their child’s life. BUT…for every parent that thanks you there are 5 that say nothing and 5 that do nothing but complain about what you are NoT doing for their child! I saved every card and thank you that was ever given to me by a parent or student and now being a parent myself know how important it is to simply say…ThAnK YoU!
Next up…Nurses! I have to say up until my late 20’s I had little experience with nurses. I never broke a bone or needed surgery and had no reason to visit a hospital. I guess I saved up my need for nurses for the grueling 2+ year struggle with infertility and then my 2 time bought with postpartum depression. There is No WaY I would have made it through both of these experiences without the support of the nurses who took care of me during these times. When going through my 3 IVF cycles, it was truly the nurses, not the doctors who knew my story. I saw the doctors every morning on a rotating basis, but it was my nurses Mary and Pat who were my true cheerleaders. They cried with me through the disappointments and were on the phone with me when I found out I was expecting my miracle baby. It takes a SpEcIaL kind of person to be nurse and share in the highs and lows that come with the fragile life we are given. To all of you…ThAnK YoU for all you do!
Finally…a huge thank you to all of the MoThErS, AuNts, and GrAnDmAs! For years I dreamed of having a baby and being a stay-at-home mom. I am not sure what exactly I thought I was getting into, but I can remember saying a few times in the very beginning, “Where are the cute baby bunnies and little yellow duckies?!!!” Baby gifts and baby cards always have cute little animals on them with cheerful little expressions…there have been MaNy a day that our house looks like a bull ran through a china shop and I have yet to see those cute animal faces! That being said, I believe that being a mother is the hardest JoB in the world. Every single decision you make directly affects those you hold so dear. I wish all of you a VeRy HaPpY MoThErS DaY!
~Robyn (Jersey Girl)
Everyone has been deeply affected by the tragedy that took place a week ago in Newtown, CT. All of us at Suede Sofa were teachers prior to turning in our plan books for diapers and mommy blogging. I was a 1st grade teacher, Lara was a music teacher, and Robynn was a science teacher and school counselor. Now being stay-at-home moms we felt compelled to do something for the children of Newtown, CT who attended Sandy Hook Elementary School the day of that senseless act that stole the lives of 20 children whose ages are similar to that of our own.
The following letter explains a simple snowflake project that you can do with your children or grandchildren to send to the Newtown PTA to help decorate the new school that the children will be going to after the Christmas break. Although my children are too young to understand what took place, I was happy to make a special snowflake with each of them to send off in hopes of putting a smile on the face of another child.
~Robyn (Jersey Girl)
For the past two summers I have enrolled my son in a swim school that offers phenomenal programs to teach children how to swim. He has a summer birthday so it is always hard for me to decide what age group I want him to be with. Last summer I put him with the 3 year olds even though he was turning 4 because it was his first experience swimming, but this summer I decided to put him with the 5 year olds since he did so well last year. What I didn’t factor in was that by moving him to the 5 year olds I was taking him out of the smaller pool where he can reach the bottom and putting him in the bigger pool where he has to rely on his swimming ability. After 3 days of swim school I was already regretting my decision. Nicholas was giving me a hard time about going in the morning and kept saying he wanted to go back to the little pool.
That night I told my husband I was going to talk to the director and get Nicholas switched into the younger group with the 4 year olds so that he could go back into the smaller pool. I tossed and turned all night thinking I had made a terrible decision and that I just wanted to make everything better. I guess the PrOtEcTiVe MoMmY in me had gone into overdrive because I couldn’t wait to get to swim school and fix everything for my little boy. When we got to swim school the following morning I decided that rather than just go to the director and switch Nicholas I should talk to his instructors first and get their opinion. As a teacher I always encouraged parents to come to me with questions or concerns so I thought following my own advice might be a good idea. Nicholas’ instructors assured me that he was swimming with a group of children who are at a level that is perfect for him. They also reminded me that it was Nicholas who expressed interest in swimming in his very first race that same week and he even came in first place. Dropping him to the younger group would allow him to touch the bottom of the pool and make him more comfortable, but it also would never have given him the opportunity to rise to the ChAlLeNgE and SuCcEeD!
I guess in the case of parenting it is important to FoLlOw YoUr HeArT and UsE YoUr HeAd!
~Robyn (Jersey Girl)