I did. I tried to be like the proverbial ostrich. I tried to hide myself, protect myself and my family from what happened last Friday. I shut off the news, Twitter, Facebook. I walked away from people who brought it up in conversations. I wanted to focus on the joy of the Christmas season and Advent, trying to prepare. Until I received a letter from my son’s Kindergarten teacher on Monday.
As I sit here trying to process what happened last Friday in Connecticut, I wanted to say THANK YOU to each and every one of you. THANK YOU for my past students, my current students, and my future students. I understand that every family has a choice on where to send their child to school; THANK YOU for choosing our school, and THANK YOU for believing in me and trusting me with your darling children.
I want to let you know that I adore each and every student that has/will step foot in my classroom. They have brought so much joy and laughter into my life. I ensure you that their well-being is my top priority, and I will always do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
Thank you now, and always, for everything you do. God Bless!
With a grateful heart,
Your Child’s Teacher
This letter, and simple and heart-felt, changed me. I knew that she cared. But to read the words, that is different. On Friday, when a news report came on while I was having lunch, I got physically ill. Now, I only get a little choked up. I still havent had a full conversation with anyone. My heart breaks for all of the families that lost loved ones. My heart has become more grateful for my own children. My heart battles with how the media and individuals are using this tragedy to further their own views and politicizing it.
I pray for the families. I pray that this may never occur again. I pray that we, as a country, don’t let this divide us. And I pray for peace in this Christmas season.
Wishing all of you a very Blessed Christmas –
Today is the final day of the school year. Bittersweet for all of us, our family and our school family.
To my daughter, I will never stop calling you my little girl. Please excuse me, I need to find some tissues.
I have seen this letter many times on Facebook the last couple of weeks. It really struck a chord with me. It seems simple to just treat someone with the respect and dignity that they deserve, especially your parent. But I wonder how easy it will be to practice. My hope is to be the daughter that does accomplish this.
To all of the moms and moms-to-be (and all of you great ladies) – Happy Mothers Day.
Mom- I love you more than I have words for. Thank you for being my mom.
Letter from a Mother to a Daughter:
“My dear girl,
The day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter. “Happy Mother’s Day!
I will be the first to admit I was nervous about packing for our trip this week. Not due to our destinations or that I would be giving a presentation for the first time ever but our self-imposed constraints. We ordered new luggage, backpacks. This is so we don’t have to check luggage on multiple flights with multiple carriers in two countries. We will be gone for 10 days with 2+ days of travel time. I will be talking in front of 100ish dairy farmers and attending the necessary conference dinners. I was freaked out about how many pairs of shoes would NOT fit in my suitcase, how many pairs of socks do I need to take, what if it gets cold/hot/rainy? My husband looked at me and said “I am sure that they have stores in Turkey.”
And, folks, that is one of the many reasons I love him. And then we went to Milwaukee to go shopping. This is where I found some wonderfully labeled products for the traveler. Yup, I bought myself 2 pairs of the above underwear. Yup, there were $16 per pair. Nope, they are not that cute. Its going to be so worth it to not have to wear wet underwear because they didn’t dry overnight hanging in the hotel bathroom in Munich while on your honeymoon. Although, that is a funny story for another time.
So, with such a simple purchase, my mind is at ease about the lack of space in my new suitcase. Now, I can focus on the daily tasks at hand and accomplish what needs to be done, I hope.
I love my life. I love my husband. I love my children. I love being able to dairy.
These are things that I know. But why is it that I only really acknowledge this when a friend is struggling within their life?
As the Lenten season is drawing to a close, it is a natural time of reflection for myself. With two friends hurting, I have been lost in thought quite a bit this week. Both thinking about them and my own life. It is a stark contrast right now.
What I have learned through this is – I need to be more thankful for my life. And this is a goal for myself.
Wishing all of you a joyous Easter.
Here I am, in blog form. Starting a blog I something I had been thinking about for a while. I thought it could be a spot for me to share my life. We are dairy farmers in northeastern Wisconsin. I am a wife and a mommy. I joined my husband and his family’s dairy farm after we were married. He is third generation on this dairy. I am proud to call myself a dairy farmer and to carry on the tradition. I love my “job”. I am passionate about what we do.
I do have a little secret – I am a city kid. I grew up in a nice suburban subdivision. I took ceramics in 4-H. I learned to feed calves because I was falling in love with a farmer. And you could say the rest is history. But it isn’t. It’s our story and my personal journey. And I want to share that. So, in the days and weeks and months to come, I will share what happens on our farm and in my life. Some of it will be about dairy farming. And I think that most of it will just be about my life.
Thanks for stopping by and please follow me along in my dairy life…