Book Giveaway!

Recently, I had the opportunity to review the book Miracles and Moments of Grace: Inspiring Stories from Moms.  You can read my review by clicking HERE.  I love Nancy Kennedy's book.  The stories melt my heart.

Well, I have gotten my hands on an extra copy of this heartwarming book. If you would like to have it, it could be yours.  If you know someone who would enjoy the book, it could be hers.

To have a chance to win this amazing book, all you have to do is leave a comment below telling your own motherhood story. Your story can be about you, your mom, or someone who has been like a mom to you. It can make us laugh or it can make us cry.  As mom's each of our stories are unique. You can read about some of my motherhood moments by clicking HERE and HERE.

This giveaway will end on Friday, May 23.

Good luck!

By the way,  this giveaway is in no way endorsed by the author or publisher of this book. I simply have an extra copy and want to give it away. You know....share the love.

Five Minute Friday: Grateful

It's that time of the week again. Time to breath and let the words flow, also known as Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday.

Today's word: GRATEFUL

It's not everyday that you come across an amazing friend.  Friendship has always been difficult for me.  I don't want to come across too nosy, so I think that makes others think I don't care. Which isn't the case.  I put my family first, and probably don't spend enough time nurturing my friendships.

But there are some friends God has blessed me with that I am truly grateful for.

There are a group of friends who have been by my side during some very difficult times in my life.  When my husband was deployed, they were there for me.  When I had my miscarriage, they were there for me.  We laugh together. We cry together. We share inappropriate Pintrest ecards together.

Even though we are all at different stages of our lives, these women mean so much to me.  They have a special place in my heart.  I love them.  I am grateful to call them my friends.

Regardless of where life takes us, we have a bond that I believe will stay strong.  That doesn't come around very often.  God places people in our lives for a reason.  We may not understand our circumstances, but God gives us someone who will walk through that season of life with us.

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The Teacher

She walks into the classroom

As she has done many times before.

Hoping for a good day,

She begins.

Speaking of verbs, Shakespeare, and Cummings, 

She seems to enjoy what she does.

With each red mark she makes,

She wonders if it was her fault.

Answering our questions,

Guiding us through their education,

She tries her best

And prays she is making us see.

With each perfect paper

And each smiling face,

She is sure of the life she has chosen;

She is the teacher.

This poem was written in 1994 for my high school English teacher, Linda Chaney.  She was a teacher who inspired and encouraged me.

This week is Teacher Appreciation Week.  I encourage you to find a teacher and do something nice for that person.  A teacher's work doesn't stop when the bell rings each afternoon.  We carry our children home in our hearts long after the end of the day.

Thank a Teacher

In honor of Teacher Appreciation Week, I have reposting some of my past "teacher" posts.  This was originally posted on May 8, 2009

If you are reading this, thank a teacher.

Can you remember all of the teachers you ever had?
Mrs. Bayles, Mrs. Bruce, Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Hughes, Mrs. Hammock, Mrs. Metcalf, Mrs. Drake, Mrs. Parks, Mrs. Warden, Mrs. Cardwell, Mrs. Copass, Coach Conkin, Coach Atcher, Mr. Hale, Mr. Ragland, Mrs. Pais, Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Raines, Mrs. Cothern, Mrs. Ditmore, Mrs. Callahan, Mr. Cash, Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Harrell, Mrs. Pence, Coach Shelton, Mrs. Rhea, Mrs. Chaney, Mr. Waddle, Mrs. Bradley, Coach Murphree, Coach Bell, Mrs. Perkins, Mrs. Jernigan, Mr. Tyler, Mr. Vejr, Coach Hooks, Ms. Meguire, Mrs. Ware, Mr. Almond, Ms. Lacy, Mr. Smethers, Ms. Matthews, Mrs. Ellis, and Ms. Vincent.

Elementary started out easier and high school was difficult. I may have left someone off, but overall, it wasn't that hard to compile this list. Each person above made an impression and that's why I remember them. One in particular was a teacher that I had a total personality conflict with, but I learned a lot from her.

This week was Teacher Appreciation Week.

With a lot of drama within our school this week, many of us felt very under appreciated. We've just finished up 2 weeks of testing, there were 3 fights on my team, and we are all wondering what we are teaching next year and who are we teaching with. Some lunch plans that all the teachers were depending on didn't quite happen and I could go on and on.

Then this afternoon, one of our student workers brought me a note. I noticed it was beautifully colored so I knew it was by a child. I read it with my class watching and fought back tears.

Let me back up to last year.

I had a difficult group of 5th graders. Of course there were the ones that were going to do whatever was asked, no problem. But the majority of them just didn't care if they were there or not. There were a handful of girls that were making bad choices. These girls were so smart and I could see they were clearly wasting their opportunity to succeed. There was one I was really drawn too. Quiet, cute, smart, and hurting. You see, both her parents were in the military and mom was in Iraq. She missed her badly. What girl truly doesn't want her mama? For whatever reason, she was becoming closer to some of the girls that weren't making good choices. Her attitude changed and her grades began to drop. I admit, I was hard on her. I gave her tough love simply because I saw the potential in her to do great things. I worried about her and talked to her several times about the change I had seen in her.

Until recently, I rarely saw this student. We would bump into each other during futsol games and that was about it. Now, we see each other quite often due to baseball season. I've enjoyed seeing her. I can tell that her demeanor has changed. She doesn't seem to be the same child that left my room. She's more like the one who began that school year.

To make a long story short (too late), the letter she sent to me was just what I needed. My job is not about a schedule or teammates. Its not about positions, lunches, and testing. My job is about making a difference. Regardless of how I felt at the end of last school year, I had proof today that I did make a difference. Those words in that letter erased all the hurt, frustration, and anger I have felt at work this week. It showed me what was important. It showed me that even though I don't feel like it sometimes, even in the darkest moments of those school days, I still touch lives and make a difference.

I am blessed to be a teacher.

Please, if you don't have children in school or don't have contact with your former teachers, find one and thank him/her for what she/he does. If you do have a child with a teacher, its not too late. Thank that teacher.

With a lot of jobs, you clock out and that's it. Not with teaching. Yes, we plan and we teach, but we do so much more that that. We love and we care. We show kindness and give respect when we don't feel like it. We bring home the emotional stress of not being able to bring kids home with us because we know their needs are not met at home. We spend time worrying if they are going to be beaten when they get home because of the behavior report or bad grade. We cry when they cry. We laugh when they laugh. Teaching is not a job. Its a an opportunity. An opportunity to touch lives, to change lives, to give hope.

I am blessed to be a teacher.

Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he will not depart from it. 
Proverbs 22:6.

Five Minute Friday: MESS

It's Saturday afternoon, so you know what that means.....Time for a little Five Minute Friday.  The rules can be found at Lisa-Jo's.  You can also join in there as well!  Today's word.....MESS.

Go:

Excuse the mess, but we live here.  Walk into my home today, or most days, and you will find a few piles of mail not yet gone through.  These kids that live here strip in the living room, so you are bound to find socks, underwear, and pajamas that have been tossed to the side.

Working full time, being involved in church, the community, and sports, we have little time to think about cleaning the house.  And less energy to actually do it!

When there is time, I'd rather spend it with my kids, read, or relax (maybe take part in a little blogging).  I am blessed to have this mess.  We have plenty of clothes to dirty up. We've had a decent meal to create dirty dishes.  We have companionship found in our pets.  We have toys to play with.

Things don't always go back in their place. They will....eventually.....maybe. But today, we are going to enjoy our time together.  We can always clean later.

You know....that pile of never ending laundry will always be there!  Today, I will just enjoy my family.

STOP.