Duly Noted

Yesterday, on the stairmaster, an article in Parents magazine directed me to listen to the podcast Pregnancy Confidential ; each episode zooms in on one week of pregnancy.  Naturally, I tuned into week 38.  The hosts captured my attention immediately: "Week 38: You're probably feeling pretty desperate to get that baby out, and really terrified of the possibility that the baby might come out."  They hit the nail on the head.  I described this idea to Mike, and he said, "Well, not terrified ,  right? "  I suppose he is right, "terrified" is not exactly the right word.  It's more like, soon our lives will be forever changed.   It's a big deal. I feel very similar to how I felt as I waited for Misha, varying between: a) I can't WAIT to be NOT PREGNANT! b) Trying to stay in present in the moment- wrapping up the school year and appreciating time with Misha and Mike...the miracle feeling elbows and knees pushing on my rib cage. c) Peaking ov...

It's been a while.  I know.  I started to outdo myself with the monthly mommy posts.  Misha is an objectively small wonder, but the world is full of wonder and it is okay if he isn't always in the spotlight.  Especially on the interwebs. So...what ELSE? My classroom is a space that restores me and my gratitude for life.  It is my book club.  Unlike adults, teenagers are reckless.  They don't think twice about criticizing Langston Hughes, and then, in the same breath, commenting on the relevancy of his 1926 commentary on white supremacy and artisthood.  In my class, it is OK to change your mind. Besides Langston Hughes, we've been reading this by bell hooks, this by George Orwell, and watching some of this . At home, I have been reading this and listening to this !