In Sickness and In Health

children, disability, learning, love, motherhood, teaching, teenagers, truth

No, I’m not talking about my wedding vows, I am talking about writing and creating the perfect lessons for my substitute teacher to continue the learning process with my vast array of students when I am not there.

The health and well-being of my students is always on my mind. Why is X suspended again? Why is L not going to class on time this week after I finally talked with him and thought he was on track? Why is C such a wizard and what can I do to challenge him so he is not bored? Is M still worried about her grades so much she doesn’t sleep at night?

See I believe that teaching is my calling. I have told my students that I take the whole “In Loco Parentis” part seriously. I am their parents while they are in school, but I’m not really am I?

I can’t ground them for being a jerk and skipping class, buy them ice cream on a day they are sad or give them a hug when their spirits are weary can I?

I try when I am there to be a shoulder to cry on, a sounding board for their concerns and a listening ear, even when they are screaming. I teach business, but in my job as CEO of my classes, I blur the lines between management and employees.

All I can do is make sure my substitute understands that they are MY kids and provide lessons to help to carry on my instruction.

In sickness and in health…

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We Want You

children, faith, growth, love, truth

So many feelings inside fighting to make their way out of me today. Fridays always seem to exhaust me. The kids got under my skin. I was tired. I was cranky. I was hot.

A friend and spokesperson for a charity that is local that directly helps veterans with any of their readjustment (any) needs (new suits for job interviews, paper products, food, H&B aids,shampoo, towels, sheets,  beds, etc.) put out a call for food.

FOOD!!!! The  Veterans Miracle Center had depleted their food stores (except for cereal and ketchup) as their needs were so overwhelming they exhausted their food supply 2 weeks early.

Our Veterans who proudly served our country’s needs, and selflessly giving of themselves need us. I felt the peering gaze and finger pointing at me…uncle-sam-we-want-youOK Uncle Sam, I’m going. Suddenly while shopping, I felt the feeling. The self-pity and tired feeling was wiped away and a joy of helping others flooded over me.

An awakening – all the negative, all the ugly, can be washed away with just a small token of giving to others – at least within YOUR sphere of influence.

Buy someone a cup of coffee, smile at someone you pass by every day and say hello, call a friend on the phone to catch up or better yet, go visit!

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” (FDR)  We cannot let fear, sadness, and dread overwhelm us.

We are better than that. Heed Uncle Sam’s call.

 

Rules Don’t Apply Equally

Catholic, children, coaching, faith, family, growth, hockey, hockeymom, lettinggo, love, momoffive, motherhood, skating, sports, teenagers, truth

Happy Easter Monday!

My middle child has had a tough year with sports and in life in general. He has found that friends from childhood left him for the shiny new penny in town, he was jumped by a school teammate and the punishment was not fair and even excused away due to the other’s “rough childhood experiences” and then with great anticipation and excitement, he joined a new organization and new “old” team only to find that tigers don’t change their stripes and rules don’t apply equally.

Funny how people love to sit in their sanctimonious glass houses preaching about gratitude and appropriate behaviors while condoning cheating and cross-rostering across organizations without prior permissions – violations that caused other players to be removed from a league – and when we were faced with an abusive coach, to sit idly by in apathetic acceptance, too afraid to say anything, but expecting me to defend my child (and yours by association) further putting my own children in jeopardy?

Having learned that there is no fairness at a young age, while heartbreaking to watch unfold, will allow him to be a stronger, more faithful and more grateful person. Teaching hockey to those less fortunate, will allow him to realize that playing sports is a privilege.

So very pleased that I was told by an old friend that he did such a wonderful job with one of his young charges, I watched him wearily, but with a joyful countenance, amble to the car.

Beaming, on the way home, he regaled me with how he taught a young child how to skate and leave the security of the sled behind.

He, with great hope, untarnished by the ugliness that the has experienced and smiling ear to ear, was so joy-filled to be able to be back on the ice helping those learn to love the abject perfection of a clean sheet of ice, the coldness of the air and the sweat of your brow after crossing over a few hundred times.

While the rules may not apply equally, the love of skating will never leave his soul.

Rules don’t apply to your feelings.

 

 

Feed with the TaTas!

Catholic, disabilty, hockeymom, motherhood, OTE

Dear Golden Corral in Albany, NY,

While I understand times are tough for your owner since his flea bag disgusting motels that preyed upon society’s untouchables have been closed, the fact that your FEMALE manager asked a nursing mother to go and feed her baby in the bathroom is abhorrent. I nursed every one of the Fabulous Fullersaurus Five and while I never received any flack for nursing in public (Hmm I just don’t know why that would be?) I know that many women, law or no law to protect that right, feel shamed into covering up, feeding in the bathroom or just plain not doing it because of society’s shaming them. I say “Feed with the TaTas” and just do what is natural. Is that baby eating hurting you? I hope she uses the NYS breastfeeding protection law to not only raise awareness, but to financially punish that dirtbag owner.10423650_10153108409844931_8075938403934986813_n

In Solidarity,

Mamasaurus

Faith, Estrogen and Entrepreneurship

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As I am writing this blog post it is in the early morning after my attendance at a Girl Power tournament loooong weekend, the Always sponsored “Run Like a Girl Superbowl Ad” with the culminating event last night about women entrepreneurs. To say I’m on estrogen overload is an understatement. I’m having so much estrogen fighting my testosterone that I feel like I need to punch something and eat raw meat to bring balance to my universe!

WHY?

Why does being a “woman” mean you have to be a back biting mean girl?

Why does being a woman mean you have to NOT “run like a girl”?

Why do woman entrepreneurs have to lose their faith?

Those are the three MAJOR concepts I’m contemplating this morning!

1) MEAN GIRLS – they are everywhere, at every age and will never be eradicated from this earth. I choose to confront them, head on like a charging Mamasaurus!  Send me a forest full of “letters” and “warnings” – I could use the toilet paper. You know I’m ultimately right. I never fight unless I am. Silly – you will learn that.

2) Are you kidding me? That’s the best you can come up with Always? Really? PATHETIC!!!! Women lose confidence at 12 because that’s when the mean girl bullying about appearance (6th grade!) and when most girls start menstruating. So that’s your subtle advertising? Urgh!!! I might have been more impressed with it (doubt it!) if it was at least sponsored by Nike, Reebok or another athletic company.  Do I dare ask, “What if I don’t want to run at all?” Oh yeah there I go again – too deep…

3) FAITH – wow don’t know how I didn’t shout out how upset I was at the nervous laughter when a panelist derided my faith last night. Oh yeah, it’s allowed because it’s open season on Catholics in the U.S.? That’s right I’m a Roman Catholic. Very proud of it! So panelist, when you talk about the “Sisters of Mercy” that is a special group to me. The fact that you are “bragging” about your mentorship of them and using it as a punch line made me want to punch something! As I was with a new friend of faith and her friends from church, I didn’t want to make a scene so I got up and left, went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. It was not as feminine an exit as I had hoped (I’m not used to a skirt ok?) and my return was markedly noticed and I walked as gracefully as I could, with my skirt tucked into my pantyhose! Yeah – that’s me! Thankfully a nice woman pointed this out.

Back to FAITH – see I had just be subjected to almost 90 minutes of “local woman entrepreneur experts” testimony on what made them successful.  I never heard one thing about FAITH. I had just written a note in my leather bound fancy idea journal (I felt like a Jr. High girl passing notes!) to my new friend, “How come they are afraid to talk about FAITH?” and then it happened. God made apparent. Literally 30 seconds after she acknowledged she was thinking the same thing – the nuns issue came out, the nervous laughter and then the panelist’s quote, “They think they can just pray and make it happen!”

Well my new friend looked at me, her friends from church looked at me and went, mouth agape, “Oh my goodness!” You just wrote that!”

 Yup – welcome to my world “sisters”!

Stay true to who you are. Pray if that’s what you do, meditate if you like, or just be still. The ONLY one you listen to is your breathing. Listen to your God. You KNOW what to do. Have confidence that you are faith-filled, wise and disciplined enough to hear it. Be ready to listen…

DONATE LIFE

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PLEASE SIGN UP TO BE AN ORGAN DONOR! I have one friend alive and playing with his children because of a donor kidney and one that is no longer on this earth due to none being available. My heart is heavy today with the memory of the latter and news of a freind just now needing dialysis forever because he is ineliglble for the “list”. You can’t take them with you PLEASE give the gift of life!

Love, Mamasaurus

http://posthope.org/rick-bartlett/journal

http://www.donors1.org/

http://www.organdonor.gov/becomingdonor/index.html?gclid=CjwKEAiAoo2mBRD20fvvlojj5jsSJABMSc7jPwZeF1ht1q9b8QjP-1S5T4_58S6wJeKsId5H_akCqxoC0j3w_wcB

You’re Wearing That?????!!!!!

Catholic, disabilty, hockeymom, leggings, motherhood, OTE

Dear Women and Men and Those Who Don’t Identify with Gender at All,

Perhaps this comment is to you sitting there in the comfort of your warm surroundings on your iPad, or maybe you’re a poor young woman, struggling to buy appropriate clothing for your job on a tight budget, sitting at a library PC or on your smartphone, or you’re not – anyway you are seeing this – I want to give you permission to wear what you feel comfortable in and not let anyone, HEAR ME, anyone tell you differently.

I’m so sorry that society has turned on you – you beautiful creatures of all shapes and sizes. I’m sorry that my daughters (and sons too) have to guard everyday against the hatred that women (and men who want to be comfortable and/or push the conventional fashion envelope.) face every day: The dreaded comment, “You’re Wearing That?????!!!!!”

Who freaking cares? Really – think about it. Women, children, PEOPLE are being slaughtered, raped and beheaded worldwide and you are worried about someone telling you your a@$ looks fat?

Come on people – we are better than that!

Love to you all!

Mamasaurus

In response to and linked to Author KGB with gratitude:

http://blog.timesunion.com/ontheedge/poll-should-women-wear-leggings/59622/comment-page-1/#comment-796125

http://www.justkristi.com/2015/01/took-break-social-media/

Mi voz fuerte

disabilty, hockeymom, motherhood

Dear Ignorant Commenter on a FB page,

You are a coward. You had the nerve to complain about a person in a wheelchair taking too long to get on a public bus? Wow!!!! I pray for your immortal soul.

As a 39 year old mother of five children, my life was filled with busyness, a full time job, vacations that were scheduled, music lessons, dance lessons, etc., as well as my volunteer and philanthropic activities.

Fast forward to today, I’m still a mother of five, but I’m permanently disabled and mobility impaired due to auto-immune diseases and a mild tremor disorder.

I would love to not make people wait in line while it takes me longer to check out at a store, endure the glares and snide comments from ignorant people who comment on my parking in a handicapped space because I don’t look handicapped; but I’m glad that I do, because my disability has not taken my voice.

My voice can be used to advocate for those with disabilities that go home and cry to their parents and their caregivers because a person like the one commenting there yelled at them and they can’t yell back. The person you are shaming and complaining about is someone’s child, mother, father, husband, wife and/or friend.

I sure hope we meet, someday and that you are courageous enough to stand up for your views, in person.

I double dog dare you!

In solidarity,

Mamasaurus

To Be or Not To Be – that should never be the question…

Catholic, hockeymom, motherhood

Happy Epiphany!

Yup today’s post is about revelations.  Revelations AKA Epiphanies are extremely important as you travel this journey called life.

Quite a few friends are journeying with me. Unfortunately, many will be let off at the next stop. Neither they nor their baggage are welcome on my journey.

Hockey is never about hockey to me. Hockey is about teamwork, about working together to achieve a common goal, or even just to find one true friend; it is NEVER about hockey.

I never have played ice hockey, or street hockey, or even roller hockey. I’m a poor skater that grew up with hand me down figure skates and the luck of knowing a farmer with a pond.

My husband loves hockey. So do my children. He grew up in Utica NY, skating on the flats and playing shinny hockey. He is an average skater, a decent shot, but a fabulous coach.

Recent events caused by parents (Ones that mind you that were never really athletes!) on a team that will not be named, has caused the love of hockey, working with young people and just being on the ice to cease to be fun for him and by my love for him, me too. That is not cool.

No one should ever be forced to be. No one should be forced to be who they are not.

Epiphany…

God bless,

Mamasaurus