Classroom Parent

That is what I became when I went to Frankie's school yesterday to help out in his classroom.  I was in the office helping a girl and one of the PTA board members asked me if I want to be "classroom parent."
"Sure," I said.  She looked at me hesitantly and asked me if I knew what was involved.  "You would have to call other parents when we have an event and get volunteers."
"That is fine." I said.  Once again the lady looked at me hesitantly.  Way to sell it girl.  I don't see what the big deal is.  I call and talk to people all the time.  Well only time will tell on that one.
When I was in Frankie's classroom yesterday I discovered a few things.  I realized how grateful I am to be raised the way I was and to be raising Frank in a loving and nuturing home.  I also discovered how many kids go to school hungry only to come home hungry too.  One little boy in Frank's class needed help.  I knelt down to help him and noticed he couldn't/wouldn't write his name.  I wrote out his name for him to trace and then did it again with dashes so he could connect the dots.  This boy barely let his pencil touch the paper.  I wasn't too worried about it until I came around later and I noticed what he had drawn earlier in the week.  He had drawn a picture and when asked to discribe it he had the teacher write down: "My Dad... with tape on his mouth."
How sad!  I asked him why he had drawn that and he shrugged.  "Is it quieter when Dad has tape on his mouth?" I asked.
"Yea,"he whispered looking down at the floor.
Earlier that morning I had taken a girl to the office because her head hurt.  She was pale and lethargic but  she didn't have a fever so we let her lay down for a bit.  When I came back in during reccess she was wolfing down crackers the secretary had given her.  I asked her if she felt better and if she was ready to go play.  She said yes and we headed out for the playground.  Not two minutes later she tapped me on the arm and said she was still hungry.
"Do you have a snack today?" I asked.  She shook her head.  "I am sorry honey, I don't have anything to give you.  You are going to have to wait until lunch time.  Did you bring your lunch?"  Once again she shook her head.  "Well when you buy lunch you will have more to eat then."  I told her.
"I don't have money to buy lunch.  My mom said I will get lunch after school."  School ends at 3:05.  It is no wonder this poor angel had a headache!
My heart aches for these little ones.  Each one coming from such a different background.  It makes me realize how blessed I am.


Because it is funny

I know I posted this on facebook but I couldn't not share it here.


The Doctor is IN

Dr Frank... paging Dr Frank....
I haven't been feeling well today so Frank took it upon himself to help me feel better.  First, he did a verbal evaluation.
"Are you still sleepy?" he asked.
"No, I am just resting.  Mommy has headache." I answered.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked.
"Not yet."
"Are you going to get up?" he continued.
"Maybe a little later."  I said
"hmmm..." he retorted and left the room.  As I continued to lay there I heard him go into his room.  I figured the third degree was over.  A few minutes later he came back into my room with his doctor's kit declaring he was going to check me out and make me better.  Thank goodness.  Dr Frank clambered onto the bed and began our exam.
  First he pulled out his stethescope and listened to my heart (which resides in my rib cage below my chest area.) and my stomach.  He informed me that he could hear my heart beat and my dinner digesting.
He took my blood pressure, which he said was perfect and proceeded to dig in his bag for his next tool... "a shot".
"Oh no," I said, "is it going to hurt?"
"yes," he grinned "but only for a little bit."
Using the toy syringe he proceeded to give a shot in every limb and in my bootie.  After my fake crying subsided we continued.  Frank took my temperature with a very loud beeping sound, alerting us that I had a temperature of 102!  Yikes!  When we realized that I had such a high temperature the next natural step was to check my eyes, ears, nose and throat with the odascope.  This was actually the scariest part of the whole process.  You try letting a four year old wave a semi-pokey object right in front of your eyes and not flinch!
After all was said and done Dr Wattson said I was better and free.  I don't know what he ment by free but it didn't matter because officer Oliver came up to the side of my bed and announced that I was not free and that I was under arrest.  Dang!


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