I guess I was right

My birthday was on Tuesday and I turned 35. I jokingly told my husband that I had finally caught up with him in age (he's 50). He asked me why I said that and I told him that 35 for a woman was the same as 50 for a man. I don't think he was convinced but today I got proof. When we checked the mail this afternoon I had a letter from AARP inviting me to join. NO JOKE!! See, I guess I was right after all.

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all. On this day to remember and celebrate motherhood I'm reminded of a poem, "The Lost Children" by Randall Jarrell. I once gave a framed copy of this poem to my mother for Mother's Day. It's not a happy poem, but it is one that, in my opinion, grasps the reality of what mothers go through as their children become adults.

Apparently I'm not the only one who thought of this poem on Mother's Day. The entire text of the poem and some commentary can be found at Neo-neocon's blog, written last Mother's Day. It can also be found, with commentary at New Media Journalism @ Seton Hill University but that one was not Mother's Day inspired.

Take a minute to read the poem. It is somewhat long, but I think it is worth it. But I'll warn you, it always makes me cry.

Finally, a chance to breath

This seems like my first chance to breath, not to mention blog, in forever. I was working like crazy trying to write two papers for my IPE class (15-20 pages for the first and 6-8 pages on the second) and staying up 'til all hours of the morning working them until Monday. Then when I thought I'd have a break on Tuesday to rest and catch up on my sleep and household chores, I was called in to substitute teach on Tuesday. I ended up working everyday after that too. Sleep deprivation begins to take a toll after while. But, the good news is I'll get a paycheck the end of this month and I made A's in both my classes!!! Hooray!!!