Throwback Thursday

When I was just a teenager but out of high school, I was working at an elementary school as an Instructional Aide. I worked in a Resource Classroom where kids would come in from their regular classrooms for specialized help in certain subjects. If they were behind their grade level in a subject, they would come to us to help them get caught up with their classmates. It was a very rewarding job and I had planned to go to college and eventually choose a career in either Speech Therapy or Special Education. That didn’t exactly go as planned…but I digress.

I didn’t have a car of my own at that point in my life so I had to either walk, get a ride, or borrow my mom’s car. She was never fond of the idea of being without wheels and I guess I don’t blame her. I don’t like being without wheels either! Anyway, normally she would pick me up in lieu of letting me take the car.

One day she actually let me borrow her car, an ugly green station wagon. I sure wish they still made them! It wasn’t a cool car by a long shot, but I’d love to have one now! I wasn’t used to her letting me take the car, so I forgot I had it! I waited and waited…and waited and waited…for her to come get me and she never showed up! I figured she forgot or something came up.

After a good 45 minutes, I called her on the phone. When she picked up I asked, “Where are you? Are you still coming to get me or should I just walk?” She said, “You have the car, you dingbat!” I was instantly embarrassed!! Some of my co-workers (teachers, office management, and other aides) were in the office at the time and they all knew I was waiting for my ride. I could feel the heat on my face as it turned beet-red. When I got off the phone, I laughed at myself.. even though I was dreadfully embarrassed! One of my co-workers asked me what was going on. I explained what happened and felt so ridiculously stupid! That ugly green station wagon was out in the parking lot the entire time! Silly me.

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Thankfully, I don’t have too many really embarrassing moments anymore. What are some of your most embarrassing moments? Do share…

Throwback Thursday

I was thinking about my mother last night and again this morning. Then I remembered writing about how stubborn she was. In 2011, I wrote about her fatal car accident and it still elicits such sadness, anger, and horror when I think about it. I still wonder what she must have been thinking the moment of the crash.

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The Silkworms

Many, many years ago I was a little girl in Kindergarten. I loved my teacher. She was young and pretty and her name was Mrs. Libby. I loved school. Mrs. Libby made it fun and exciting to learn and it was fun playing with the other kids.

One of our lessons was about silkworms. I don’t recall how we got so many silkworms for our classroom, but some of the kids in the class were given a little cup with 4 or 5 silkworms in it, but only if we wanted to do it. Of course, I did. We had been learning about silkworms all week so I knew how to care for them once I got them home. We had a huge mulberry tree in our backyard and that’s exactly what the little silkworms ate!

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I was so happy and excited to take these tiny silkworms home to watch them eat, grow and morph into beautiful silk moths. My mother let the wind out of my sails as quickly as I got into the car when she arrived to pick me up from school. She flew into a rage and I thought she was going to throw those poor little moths out in the parking lot! Her complaint was that I hadn’t asked for permission to bring them home, nor did my beloved teacher. I was just 5 years old and I was devastated that she was so angry about the little silkworms! I was allowed to keep them, but I don’t recall much about how that came about except that it was my responsibility to feed them and keep them from getting loose in the house.

It was exciting to me still, even after my mother’s temper tantrum, but I kept it to myself. I kept the little silkworms in a shoebox in my bedroom and never spoke of them, except of course to my Dad. He helped me reach the leaves in the mulberry tree that were too high for me since I was so small. Honestly, I thought my mother had hoped I couldn’t get any leaves at all so the little silkworms would die!

One day, the little silkworms spun their little cocoons and I was amazed and curious about what they were doing inside that I couldn’t see! I checked on my little silkworms day and night. I sat by my bed just staring, looking, hoping that the little moths would come out while I watched.

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I don’t recall when they actually emerged from their cocoons, but I was thrilled to see them but yet sad to let them go! I knew I had to get them outside before my mother found out. I didn’t want to risk another one of her fits of rage for no good reason. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t able to put my 5-year-old feelings into words as I just did, but I’m positive the feelings were still there.

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I waited for my Dad to come home so he could see the little moths, and he helped me let them go outside. It was so sad for my 5-year-old self to have to say goodbye. They fluttered and flew, right to the mulberry tree and at that moment I knew they were happy.

 

Being Fluffy

Many years ago, I worked in my daughter’s 1st-grade class as an aide. It was recess time and I was outside supervising the kids. There were some boys in the class making fun of another little girl who was a bit on the heavy side. They were laughing and calling her names like, “fat” and “fatso” and a few other fat-related names. I stopped them and asked them, “I’m fat. Does that make me a bad person?” They said, “No.” I continued, “I still have feelings even though I’m fat, don’t I?” They agreed. A little girl standing next to me, chimed in. “You’re not fat Miss Debbie! You’re fluffy!” We all laughed and I gave the little girl a big hug. I thanked her for being so sweet.

I went on to explain to the kids that everyone is different; some skinny, some a little bigger, some tall, some short, some with red hair, some with green eyes…. Everyone is different in their own way…..

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Throwback Thursday

I was going through some old posts last night and nearly burst into tears when I saw this post. It was when poor ol’ Korn was a much younger cat and the life of the party, so to speak. I miss him and his buddy Fuzz, too. Furbabies aren’t just pets; they’re family.

Mr. Potato Head’s Cat