Posts Tagged ‘Family’

I never ate in a cafeteria until college. Malls and hospitals might have been the closest I ever came to seeing what most children saw in school everyday growing up.

I was homeschooled. My experience, or lack of experience, with cafeterias is just one example of the many things that make me just a little bit different from the traditional school population. I found that most of these things are like cafeterias, most people would say that I didn’t miss much.

I didn’t see friends in class everyday. But if I finished my school work as efficiently as possible and I could spend most of the day playing with friends.

I never did a group project. But I learned to do everything on my own.

I never had specialized teachers with knowledge about specific topics. But I learned how to find a book on anything I wanted to know about.

I never had competition with other students. But I learned to challenge myself and compete with my own abilities to get better.

I couldn’t be in an honors program, no matter how well I did. But I learned to excel for its own sake without the need for recognition.

I never had any sort of dress code. But I learned that you probably won’t get anything done while you are still wearing pajamas.

I never got to stay home sick. But I learned to get work done even if I did it in bed.

I could never leave school. But I learned that even when you can physically leave school at the end of the day, you never stop learning.

I never had a list of extra-curricular activities offered to me. But I learned how to find any activity I wanted and get involved.

I never rode a school bus. But I never had to wait outside for the bus or missed it.

I didn’t have a class of people who became my automatic friends. But I learned I could make friends anywhere.

I never had a class of people exclusively my age. But I learned to be friends with people of any age.

I never fought with kids at school. But I learned that I had to resolve every fight with my three siblings because we couldn’t escape each other.

I never had a schedule made for me. But I learned to make my own schedule and get things done.

I never got sent to the principals office or a detention. But if I did anything wrong, my parents knew exactly what it was.

I never had a summer reading list. But I always made my own list that was impossibly long.\

I never had people tell me what was cool. But I got to decide for myself.

I never had a crush on a cute boy in my class. But I was never rejected or hurt.

I was never one of the popular kids. But I never learned to care about popularity or what other people thought of me.

I never had P.E. But I learned to like exercising.

I never got bullied. But I knew what it was like to be alone.

I never felt peer pressured. But I felt enough pressure from my parents and myself to make up for that.

I never ate with friends in the lunch room. But I never felt segregation, stereotyped, or excluded.

I never ate cafeteria food. But I learned how to make good choices about the food I ate.


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Normally, I feel like my calendar is making fun of me. Now it’s picking on my dad too.

worrd 026Today was one of those extra special days that your calendar marks for you. Oh, my calendar had it marked, and a special word just for Father’s Day.

It called my dad a bear.

Funny, I just called him bear just the other day.

Whenever I am home, we have a bit of a battle over the different hours I tend to keep. I’ve become one of those darn young kids who stays up with friends late into the night. At least whenever I can afford it.

My parents have reached the age and temperament that it’s easier for them to have separate sleep spaces most of the time. My mother does not sleep well, and rarely consistent hours. My father snores through the entire night and has been mistaken as trucks on a highway.

So he sleeps on the pull-out bed in the basement, while she restlessly sleeps or shuffles around the house all night.

He’s adamant that he feels sick and grumpy if he doesn’t get enough sleep.


Daddy Bear might look like this when his children disrupt his slumber.

If anyone comes in late, is loud, or walking around in the rooms above the basement he arises to silence us, leaving  the offending parties with mental pictures of a bear lumbering out of hibernation to growl “Who disturbs my slumber!”

I love you Dad.

Get some sleep.

worrd 027Happy Father’s Day.

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Boys and boogers

BoogerI love the feeling of uncooked rice in my hand… without boogers.

It was innocent enough. A few years ago, when I was living with my family, I was cooking some rice. I reached in to grab a handful to put in the pot, and STOPPED.

It felt soooo good. I swished my hand around in the rice container a little, loving the smooth feeling of the grains slipping between my fingers. Someone else had to experience it; to know how wonderful the simple sensation was!

I yelled to my younger brother, and told him that he had to come try this. He came over and I explained to him that he had to put his hand in the rice container -it just felt really cool. Dutifully, he stuck his hand in the container, leaving it there motionless for a moment. Then, looking at me with a completely straight face, he told me the unthinkable.

“I was just picking my nose.”

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