Mother's Day

I try to just say thank you and same to you, but its hard, especially hard when someone asks how I will celebrate the day.

This will be my third Mother's Day without my mom. The first one occurred just six days after we buried her. Last year's was around her unveiling.

I'll start the day by taking my dad to the cemetery. I'm afraid for him to go alone. I think he is afraid to go alone too because he never goes unless I am with him. He'll lay flowers and a mothers day card on her grave and tell her how much we all miss her. He'll tell her how much my sister wishes she could be there as well, but the trip from Texas is a bit far. He'll cry and make me cry and then we'll leave and go get breakfast.

This year my dad agreed to come back to my house and spend the day with my family. I'm glad. I know he will still be sad but at least he won't be alone. At least he will have company and be surrounded by the people that love him.

Maybe the day won't be so bad. Hopefully no one will ask me how I spent my Mother's Day.

One Of The Reasons I Still Teach

I gave my Math B kids a test Friday that came exactly from the questions I gave them to work on over the winter break. Some kids did them, and did well on the exam. Too many of them didn't even bother looking at them. Oh well, their loss. I am sure some have given up already and I can't say I blame them. When you are lost September, October, November and December, it is impossible to get found in January.

One of my kids, N, did not show up for the test. N is usually a hard worker and although not a great math student, a passing student. I offered him a make-up today, provided he brings me a note tomorrow. He took the test. At the end of the period he was still working. I went over to see how he was doing and he said, "I'm sorry. My grandfather died over the weekend and I just could not concentrate and take a test yesterday. My parents don't even know I left school early. I didn't study for this test." I asked him why he even took it. I would have given him a makeup at another time. He said, "I don't want to make any excuses. I had time over the weekend to study. I should not be treated differently than anyone else."

I wanted to hug him but I didn't. I told him not to worry about the test. I would let him work on it when he felt better, or make up another test for him. I told him it is impossible to concentrate when so much stuff is going on around you. He'll be okay, he just has to learn that there is nothing wrong with mourning.

This is the third story I have heard since September about grandparents dying. It is the third time that the kid tried to carry on as if nothing bad had happened in their personal life. I feel blessed to work with such fine students who have respect for their education and their families. I don't understand the ones who won't work when I see these kids that do, in spite of all the hardships they face.