Wishing on a Rock

Yesterday I was a rock star.

After creating a lesson plan and presenting that lesson to a group of my cohorts (((who had to pretend to be six and seven year olds (my lesson was teaching near-doubles addition to a first grade class (what is a near-double? you ask – 4+4, and 2+2 are doubles so 4+5 and 1+2 are near-doubles.  I demonstrated using fun snap blocks I stole barrowed from the boys))), I had to go home and write a four page paper highlighting my reflections on the activity.  (Wow, I have never done whatever that was I just did with parenthesis before.  I am not sure what this says about me other than I am both tired and feeling a little goofy.  Try and stay with me.)  The four page paper was on top of reading three rather long case studies, writing short reflections on them, and preparing to discuss them in class.  I could have put off writing the paper until tonight as today was the last day this class will meet and the professors extended the paper deadline to midnight tonight.

But I decided to be a rock star and get it all done yesterday.  Why did I do this?

I did it so that today I could pick the boys up from the babysitter early and go do this:

Beach with the boys Collage

It was a scorching 71 degrees this afternoon so we packed up some sand toys and treats and headed to the beach.  We, meaning me, lounged on the beach for hours enjoying both the sun and watching the boys simply be kids.  They spent most of the time building dams, and sandcastles and looking for wishing rocks.

Beach with the boys Collage 2

A wishing rock, for those of you unfamiliar with the term, is a rock that has a ring of another type of rock infused within it that goes all the way around to form a circle.  When I asked Cody what he wished for after throwing his wishing rock into the water he scoffed at me and informed me that it was against the law to tell anyone what you wished for.  Carter, who is apparently not so law abiding, whispered to me that he wished for a thousand pizzas.  Not a bad wish, if you ask me.

As I tossed my wishing rock into the waves I wished for confidence and strength for not only the upcoming year but for the many years to come as I navigate my way through what I know will be a most challenged and rewarding career change.

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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15 Responses to Wishing on a Rock

  1. I wish for you the same, and many more lovely days at the beach like this one! Great pics…

    • shoes says:

      Thank you. There is nothing in the world like being at the beach. Somehow everything slows down and is just as it should be when I am on the beach.

  2. ksbeth says:

    Wonderful post and best of luck!

  3. Wishing the same for you, Mama Shoes…the pizzas sound good, too! 😀

  4. Great pics.
    Glad you were a rock star and were able to enjoy some quality family time. It’s important to be able to get away.

  5. jensine says:

    sounds like a wonderful few days and I think I will start looking for wishing rocks too

    • shoes says:

      After I wrote and posted this, I happened to notice that right here on my little desk (which is actually my mom’s old sewing table, sits a wishing rock. I have no idea where it came from although I suspect Carter (who is quite fond of rocks) found it, brought it in, and left it for me. I think I will hang on to it and mull over my next wish.

      May you find many a wishing rock…

  6. Stephanie says:

    What a wonderful day with your boys! It’s funny how sometimes being extra busy makes you more efficient and appreciative of the bits of down time that you do have. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

  7. Jodi says:

    That’s a great wish. I sure hope it comes true.

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