Hay Happens and Hay's Happen

The opportunities are growing for me, and I’m so ever grateful. Ironically, the past two years I’ve been the sickest I’ve ever been in my whole life, yet my career grows.

My teaching has gotten more refined. The only way I can gauge my success is with my reviews.
I get one of these a month, and they truly make me smile. I don’t often get a negative one, but if I do, I pretty much know who it is from (as a one off!)

I get to speak OFTEN for them.

For example, once a month I present to a group of PRE teachers who will be taking the PRAXIS test. I get to help them/guide them and give them tricks and tips. I’ve been teaching this for 10+ years. SO MUCH FUN.

Just last month and this next one, I’ll present this topic… I get to speak for GCU often.

Ok, this is just plain FUN FUN FUN! I did my dissertation on this topic, so for me it’s a PASSION!
Also, I am currently mentoring a new hire. He will be teaching MKT 450 (Marketing) at GCU. It’s his FIRST online class to teach. He just called me this morning, and I LOVED guiding him through, taking him off the ledge and calming his fears. It made me feel like all the work I’ve done has been worth it. I get to share with him my tricks, and how I make the class function in an engaging, successful way.

Finally, I WRITE! I just finished my last article.

SO many hats, but each one is unique. I would do it all for free! HA! (But I don’t!)

Soon, I’ll be venturing into a new area and that is HEALTH COACHING. All that I have learned from GCU and from my own experiences with my health will aid me in being the most supportive, compassionate coach. I will continue all of my work at GCU, but this will just be a bonus joy. Tatum is now growing up, and I do have some time to invest in some new opportunities. I only pray that I can be used MIGHTILY by HIM. I still have much healing to go, but I cannot be idle and watch my life go by. I MUST LIVE and GLORIFY HIM in the process.

For fun now. Yes, up the mountain and down. This is Cross Country at PVCP. She absolutely adores this group.

They just had their meet, and she came in the middle. Not bad for just starting mid-year! Yes, she does need her inhaler CONSTANTLY, but she LOVES it. I love that she gets to make friends in this process too. Only 2 more weeks, and then she starts TRACK.

Let’s GO PANTHERS!!

I relish a day of no hustle and bustle.

Such is a day today with my girl. She was not feeling well and stayed home from church. What would be of joy to us all was the little feathered friends. And the puffball.

Ribi (Rio) (Amarillo). Our sweet. (actually cute and vivacious) decided to hang below today.

He was ever so happy on Tot’s foot.

Bluebell chirped and chirped. Where is he!!???

Ollie just observes. He’s the starer. He just observes everything around him and takes it all in as Cooper observes him.

Sometimes, we just need to enjoy these moments of stillness. Tatum is my stillness and her birds (and yes, Coopy) make it all the more joyful.

Amen.

My husband still leaves me teeeeeneeee tineeeeee post-its… barely bigger than my thumb.
The size of the note doesn’t = the size of his love however.

So naturally, I returned the favor and I wrote it just large enough for POWERFUL microscope just to read it. Oh, the joy.

And then there’s the warmth….this soft, well-worn corn bag his mom made; the kind you heat up and carry with you. It’s like an anchor to my soul right now.

It’s saved me more times than I can count because it settles my body and steadies my nervous system.

It reminds me I’m cared for in ways both seen and unseen.

Some days, healing doesn’t look dramatic.
Perhaps it’s a tiny heart on a mirror or a teeny tiny word of love. OR
A warm weight resting where it can hurt.

These are the small things that BECOME BIG and keep me going.

Grateful for the love and warmth. AMEN.

I had no idea how fast the time would go by while she was gone.

Ollie bathing

Coopy staring

Me, looking like an axe murderer

HA! My new red light face mask will make me look UNLIKE an axe murderer I pray!

Me finishing Bluebell and hanging it on her wall.

Now I’ve drawn 2 Ribis, 2 Ollies, and 2 Bluebells. Coopy has gotten zero. Sorry bud; I haven’t mastered the art of white fluffballs.

Anyway, oh, yes, I did work a ton as well. Finished my presentation for next week. I’m speaking to a group of HS teachers at Compton High School in CA about The Writing Process: Why Instruction Matters. So excited for this!!

I cooked, cleaned, organized, worked, and missed her. But I survived and the time flew by.

Tatum, meanwhile, is joining Cross Country. I caught her finishing her 2 mile run with Liam here.

Inhaler needs? Three times. Yes, this is going to be an interesting season.

I love you Taties. I miss you, and I know this is your year!! (Mine too as I heal) AMEN.

The night before the first day of school …she is trying on her outfit and saying…”Is this ok? What about this? How about that? Etc. Yes, the hood is a must! ? Or not.

Sending Tatum back after a year and a half of homeschooling was deeply bittersweet. Homeschooling her was hard….stretch-your-patience, dig-deep hard, but it was also one of the most meaningful seasons we’ve shared. Slow mornings. Learning side by side. Watching her grow not just academically, but as a person. Letting that go wasn’t easy… even though I knew she was ready.

And oh, was she ready.

To help her carry a little comfort with her, I put a small sloth (to CHILL) in the car with us as a buddy. His name was Silas! SMILE

along with a prayer card in her lunch. Just something quiet to remind her she’s never walking alone.

When we arrived, God gave us one of those small but mighty moments of grace. We ran into Liam right away, and he helped her with her locker.

“Three turns, two left, one right… now what?”

Cue the nervous laugh, the figuring it out together, the confidence quietly building.

Then came the rapid-fire questions:
Where are my classes?
When is lunch?
Wait… 11:00 am?!
What about cross country…when does that start?

She soaked it all in! Friends. Responsibility. Independence. She is so ready for it ALL! (am I? HA!)

When she got home, there was no homework just relief and excitement, so we curled up together to watch Downton Abbey, our current shared obsession.

But then… the twist.

After dinner, we noticed it: her ear. The second piercing had worked its way through her earlobe. It was scary. And sad. One of those moments you wish you could rewind and fix instantly.

At first, DISASTER. BUT. later.

Head held high. Tender lobe and all.

Tomorrow, she’ll walk back into school just the same…strong and brave.

I’ll still miss her every day!

Well, it was a different kind of experience. Can’t say I’ve ever yearned to go to a place like this, but for Tatum, it was a chance to be with Jack and her buddy Liam.

VIP Airsoft. It’s a BB gun shoot ’em up and all out run around and dodge-a- bullet kind of place. K. Yep.

Apparently there were NO other girls at the place except a couple of adult women. Another hmmmm…..not sure about this…HOWEVER,

she had a blast, no pun intended. Thanks to Doug, she could go. WHY?

Because sadly I was OUT. The day was just one of those “I cannot function” days, and THANK GOD for little Coopy. He knew it. He knew exactly what I needed.

Thank you Jesus for the support of my HHH, my Cooper, and the cheeping of the birdies.

FAMILY. What would I do?