Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
-Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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The past eight weeks since I lost my dad have been a rollercoaster of emotions. I compare losing a parent to becoming a parent yourself for the first time; you just can't understand what it is like until you are in it yourself. One minute I’m fine, consoling my daughter or one of his friends who call to see how I am doing. The next minute the air is sucked out of my lungs and I can’t breathe, the tears burn my eyes as I realize I’m not going to see him plodding across the soccer field to see Lauren play or see him pull up in his convertible to take her out for ‘a playdate with grandpa’.
Losing my dad is like losing an anchor that I assumed would always be there, reminding me of where I came and keeping me in check. Don't get me wrong: he wasn't perfect, made lots of mistakes and we often disagreed about things, even recently. As a teenager I was sure he didn't understand what it was like to be young, and he seemed to put too much emphasis on my academics when I was too wrapped up in my friends. Of course as a parent now, I know he just wanted to shield me from hurt and disappointment; he knew what I was capable of before I had any idea.
But over the years I've come to appreciate the gentle, witty and warm man my father was. He never talked to me about his own parents, whom he lost when he was in his early 20's before he even met my mother (and they married when he was 23). When I lost my dad I felt so lost I was heartbroken at the thought of him losing both of his parents so young. How did he manage? The pain is so sharp, I can’t imagine him being able to talk about them without breaking down, something I rarely saw him do.
Lately, when I'm at his house, I talk to him. I've never been a 'religious' person, but I do consider myself spiritual. In the past, when I would think about my own mortality it scared me in many ways; it seemed so final, it sometimes made me sad to think of the things I wanted to do and never did (I’m a little old to be a foreign exchange student, so please don’t suggest that it’s never too late!). But since dad died, I've been overcome with a feeling of peace, the sense that someday, a long time from now (hopefully), he'll be there waiting for me and it won't be 'the end' but more of a reunion. I'm not as afraid.
I've always liked Robert Frost, but now when I read this poem, I'm reminded of my dad. My dad's house, the house where I grew up and where I was married, is mine now. My family and I plan to move there soon. He built it, with my uncles and my mother’s father, who was like another father to him (I can still remember the way he looked and sounded when he sat me down and told me my grandpa had died, how still and silent he was, listening to my mother sob behind the bathroom door as I sat on the edge of their bed, his head bowed). The house is beautiful, very wooded and peaceful with a large brick patio overlooking the woods and barn; when I read Frost's words I feel like they are speaking for me as I look out at this monument to him. I plan to bring him home soon, and have his urn in the back yard, one of his favorite places, where he enjoyed sitting on the patio drinking a can of beer after a hard day’s work.
Right now his home is empty of the sights, smells and sounds of his life, the little things that made it his home. The tub of orange sherbet in the freezer, the woodsy scent of his shaving cream in his bathroom, his shoeshine kit with all the little tin jars of polish, the theme from Bonanza blaring away on the television as he sat on the edge of his red leather recliner with his glasses perched on the tip of his nose, gluing a miniscule piece of wood to another tiny train boxcar. I'm expecting to see him coming from around the corner, out of his office, hunting for his wallet, keys, his glasses; telling me a story, one he has probably already told me, but I don’t tell him and listen to him as he tells me again, the same rhythm and pauses and anecdotes, even simple gestures for effect, the same as last time. I want to hear one of those stories again right now; I want to hear his voice just one more time.
But I have miles to go before I sleep.
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Stressful week!
So over the past week I've been juggling getting my daughter to and from lacrosse camp on one end of the island while having my dad admitted to the hospital (finally!) on the opposite end and interviewing for some openings in the district where I hope to teach someday.
Fortunately, Lauren is a relatively easygoing kid. She loved camp and when I picked her up the first day she was already talking about coming back next year :)
Dad is another story...he wouldn't listen to me about going into the hospital, so I called his doctor and told him that dad lost a lot of weight, wasn't eating and having a hard time keeping fluids down as well. Getting him to some of his tests were, clearly, painful and exhausting for him. The doctor said he needed to be admitted and called my dad, on a Saturday evening, and told him just that. I brought him down the next morning and while he's still feeling pretty rotten, at least they have been able to get him hydrated, keep an eye on him and get the rest of the tests he needs. They've pretty much diagnosed him with lymphoma, we're just waiting to find out which kind so we can come up with a treatment plan. And he's worried about the dog.
Facing cancer at 66 and he's worried about someone adopting his dog because he won't be able to take care of her for the next year while he's in treatment. Now, his doctors tell us that lymphoma is very treatable but it will be a few months, possibly a year, before he's feeling better. So I spoke to my husband and fortunately he agreed that we'll take in the dog, Heidi, for as long as we need to.
But first we need to find out what we're dealing with and focus on dad's recovery.
As far as my professional life goes, I was thrilled to start interviewing already. It seems I'm up for a full year leave replacement position at my local high school. The interview process, while stressful, became a little easier each time (today was my fourth). It's a great school, the office staff is warm and friendly (I don't care what anyone says, they are usually the backbone of any school!) and the administrators with whom I met were all personable, down to earth, and seemed interested in incorporating more technology into the curriculum, something I'm quite passionate about. I felt their questions were interesting and allowed me to explain my professional philosophies and incorporating a bit of my experiences already. Of course, five minutes after walking out of the room I thought of things I should have said, did, explained further, etc. But there isn't much I can do about it now except wait, hope and think positive.
I plan to update a bit more often now that I'll be weaning myself from 'summer mode' and back into 'school mode'. I'm registering for my fall classes right now and while I'm excited about the changes I'll be experiencing this year, I'm learning that I may have to lean more on family and friends for some support as I navigate a (HOPEFULLY!) new job, new masters program, taking care of dad and taking care of my daughter. Thank goodness I have a supportive husband, family and some great friends!
Fortunately, Lauren is a relatively easygoing kid. She loved camp and when I picked her up the first day she was already talking about coming back next year :)
Dad is another story...he wouldn't listen to me about going into the hospital, so I called his doctor and told him that dad lost a lot of weight, wasn't eating and having a hard time keeping fluids down as well. Getting him to some of his tests were, clearly, painful and exhausting for him. The doctor said he needed to be admitted and called my dad, on a Saturday evening, and told him just that. I brought him down the next morning and while he's still feeling pretty rotten, at least they have been able to get him hydrated, keep an eye on him and get the rest of the tests he needs. They've pretty much diagnosed him with lymphoma, we're just waiting to find out which kind so we can come up with a treatment plan. And he's worried about the dog.
Facing cancer at 66 and he's worried about someone adopting his dog because he won't be able to take care of her for the next year while he's in treatment. Now, his doctors tell us that lymphoma is very treatable but it will be a few months, possibly a year, before he's feeling better. So I spoke to my husband and fortunately he agreed that we'll take in the dog, Heidi, for as long as we need to.
But first we need to find out what we're dealing with and focus on dad's recovery.
As far as my professional life goes, I was thrilled to start interviewing already. It seems I'm up for a full year leave replacement position at my local high school. The interview process, while stressful, became a little easier each time (today was my fourth). It's a great school, the office staff is warm and friendly (I don't care what anyone says, they are usually the backbone of any school!) and the administrators with whom I met were all personable, down to earth, and seemed interested in incorporating more technology into the curriculum, something I'm quite passionate about. I felt their questions were interesting and allowed me to explain my professional philosophies and incorporating a bit of my experiences already. Of course, five minutes after walking out of the room I thought of things I should have said, did, explained further, etc. But there isn't much I can do about it now except wait, hope and think positive.
I plan to update a bit more often now that I'll be weaning myself from 'summer mode' and back into 'school mode'. I'm registering for my fall classes right now and while I'm excited about the changes I'll be experiencing this year, I'm learning that I may have to lean more on family and friends for some support as I navigate a (HOPEFULLY!) new job, new masters program, taking care of dad and taking care of my daughter. Thank goodness I have a supportive husband, family and some great friends!
Friday, December 11, 2009
The Home Stretch...
The past few weeks have just been a blur. My observations are finished, and while I'm grateful for the extra free time to work on projects, I do miss being in the classroom already!
I'm finished with two of my classes already. My Oral Interpretation of Literature course was one of the best classes I've ever had. It didn't require me to write a lot, study too hard, or think too much...exactly the opposite. It required me to get OUT of my own head and let loose a little. At first it was so hard to stand up in front of the class each week and read something else in front of everyone. But eventually you realize that everyone is nervous, and nobody is really watching you as close as you are 'watching' yourself. It was a humbling experience. Lip synching a song for the final exam was very freeing. My three minutes of fame!
I also finished my 'Freshman Composition' class. St. Joe's wouldn't let me graduate without taking it, regardless of the fact that I already had an associate degree and THREE other colleges waived it as a requirement. So I spent the semester sitting with twenty 18 year olds and learned to write. While I was often frustrated that I had to take another class during an already stressful semester, I tried to keep in mind that my classmates weren't much older than the students I might be teaching soon. Once I put the class in that perspective, I started putting the class in a new light.
Don't get me wrong...I'm still annoyed that I had to take another class. But at least I was able to take away something I hadn't planned. Go me!
The next 10 days is crunch time. I have to wrap up thesis this weekend, finish my reflection, gather my sources for my final research paper (to be written in the blue book!) and create two unit plans.
But at least there's a light at the end of the tunnel!
I'm finished with two of my classes already. My Oral Interpretation of Literature course was one of the best classes I've ever had. It didn't require me to write a lot, study too hard, or think too much...exactly the opposite. It required me to get OUT of my own head and let loose a little. At first it was so hard to stand up in front of the class each week and read something else in front of everyone. But eventually you realize that everyone is nervous, and nobody is really watching you as close as you are 'watching' yourself. It was a humbling experience. Lip synching a song for the final exam was very freeing. My three minutes of fame!
I also finished my 'Freshman Composition' class. St. Joe's wouldn't let me graduate without taking it, regardless of the fact that I already had an associate degree and THREE other colleges waived it as a requirement. So I spent the semester sitting with twenty 18 year olds and learned to write. While I was often frustrated that I had to take another class during an already stressful semester, I tried to keep in mind that my classmates weren't much older than the students I might be teaching soon. Once I put the class in that perspective, I started putting the class in a new light.
Don't get me wrong...I'm still annoyed that I had to take another class. But at least I was able to take away something I hadn't planned. Go me!
The next 10 days is crunch time. I have to wrap up thesis this weekend, finish my reflection, gather my sources for my final research paper (to be written in the blue book!) and create two unit plans.
But at least there's a light at the end of the tunnel!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Relief and Panic...
I've been meaning to do this for so long, but like everyone else, my plate seems overflowing with so many other responsibilities, both personal and professional.
As December draws near, I'm feeling a combination of relief and panic. Relief because I'm feeling incredibly burnt out and overwhelmed most of the time from the demands of college, specifically writing my thesis, and personal.
As a parent, you often feel a level of guilt that nobody else (including your child) even notices because its something YOU do to YOURSELF. I'm learning that I personally do not have to attend every school dance, PTA meeting and class party. Sometimes it's okay to let another parent fill in for the class Halloween party, let my daughter attend the dance with my neighbor (whose level of supervision I trust), or send my husband to the PTA meeting (after all, he doesn't have a ton of homework waiting for him and can catch up with TIVO when he gets home).
Yet my delegation skills don't serve my life as a student. I can't ask someone else to read my textbooks, write my papers or take my exams. So I sometimes I feel like my back is against a wall, and in a position that I never thought I would as a student; like I have to put my studies ahead of my family.
Of course my rational mind says, 'My goodness woman, they'll be fine! It's not as if you've deserted them!'. I'm right here in the kitchen, the heart of our home, and have my textbooks, laptop, printer and anything else I might require at my fingertips. I'm not shut away in another room. We eat together as a family every night, I make lunch for my daughter every day and we attend most sports practices and games as a family.
What troubles me most is subconscious. It's the panic that sometimes wakes me in the middle of the night, that says, 'She'll only be this little for a short time, she's growing up so fast! You're missing the best part!' coupled with, 'Wait! Did I remember to send a copy of my changes to my professor? Was that for last week or this week?' and prompting a late night trip downstairs, checking my email to see when I last sent him anything.
I suppose the upside to all of this, and what I try to keep in the front of my mind, is that we ALL make sacrifices every day. I think the simple fact that each and every day I have to drive myself to work harder, try harder, expand my knowledge just a little more than the day before is primarily due to the fact that I have a lot riding on this. After all, if I'm taking precious time away from my family, I had better make the most of it.
I think that is what brought me to teaching. I loved what I was doing before, but I wasn't passionate about it. If it weren't for the paycheck, I certainly wouldn't give up time with my baby girl to do it. And granted, she's older now and even the occasional business trip wouldn't be so horrible. But having waited a long time to become a mom, I knew it was something I really wanted. A paycheck and some grownup conversation weren't going to cut it any more. I knew I wanted more, something that would challenge me intellectually and personally every day. Because in some ways, I think, it will make me a better parent, a better wife, better daughter and friend.
So that's what is keeping me going most days. I'm doing this for me, but everyone else will benefit in some way as well. We all just have to be patient.
Oh, and the panic? Mostly because I worry about finishing everything for the semester, but also because I'll be student teaching come January, and that causes feelings of, well...panic. More on that next time.
As December draws near, I'm feeling a combination of relief and panic. Relief because I'm feeling incredibly burnt out and overwhelmed most of the time from the demands of college, specifically writing my thesis, and personal.
As a parent, you often feel a level of guilt that nobody else (including your child) even notices because its something YOU do to YOURSELF. I'm learning that I personally do not have to attend every school dance, PTA meeting and class party. Sometimes it's okay to let another parent fill in for the class Halloween party, let my daughter attend the dance with my neighbor (whose level of supervision I trust), or send my husband to the PTA meeting (after all, he doesn't have a ton of homework waiting for him and can catch up with TIVO when he gets home).
Yet my delegation skills don't serve my life as a student. I can't ask someone else to read my textbooks, write my papers or take my exams. So I sometimes I feel like my back is against a wall, and in a position that I never thought I would as a student; like I have to put my studies ahead of my family.
Of course my rational mind says, 'My goodness woman, they'll be fine! It's not as if you've deserted them!'. I'm right here in the kitchen, the heart of our home, and have my textbooks, laptop, printer and anything else I might require at my fingertips. I'm not shut away in another room. We eat together as a family every night, I make lunch for my daughter every day and we attend most sports practices and games as a family.
What troubles me most is subconscious. It's the panic that sometimes wakes me in the middle of the night, that says, 'She'll only be this little for a short time, she's growing up so fast! You're missing the best part!' coupled with, 'Wait! Did I remember to send a copy of my changes to my professor? Was that for last week or this week?' and prompting a late night trip downstairs, checking my email to see when I last sent him anything.
I suppose the upside to all of this, and what I try to keep in the front of my mind, is that we ALL make sacrifices every day. I think the simple fact that each and every day I have to drive myself to work harder, try harder, expand my knowledge just a little more than the day before is primarily due to the fact that I have a lot riding on this. After all, if I'm taking precious time away from my family, I had better make the most of it.
I think that is what brought me to teaching. I loved what I was doing before, but I wasn't passionate about it. If it weren't for the paycheck, I certainly wouldn't give up time with my baby girl to do it. And granted, she's older now and even the occasional business trip wouldn't be so horrible. But having waited a long time to become a mom, I knew it was something I really wanted. A paycheck and some grownup conversation weren't going to cut it any more. I knew I wanted more, something that would challenge me intellectually and personally every day. Because in some ways, I think, it will make me a better parent, a better wife, better daughter and friend.
So that's what is keeping me going most days. I'm doing this for me, but everyone else will benefit in some way as well. We all just have to be patient.
Oh, and the panic? Mostly because I worry about finishing everything for the semester, but also because I'll be student teaching come January, and that causes feelings of, well...panic. More on that next time.
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