Vice Chairperson

OMG!

I decided to join my son's Headstart parent association for two reasons, to get involved in my son's education, because children do better when their parents are involved, and two because I'm a stay home mom with little to no excitement, may as well use my time wisely.

On the first meeting they asked for a president, vice president, secretary. I didn't volunteer to do any of those things, cause I have never done nothing like that before, neither had my mom, or anybody I knew and honestly I didn't think I would have what it would take to be those things . Well the girl who became the president is some 21 year old crazy girl! She's sweet as she can be, but she acts as if she has no upbringing. On the way to one of our meetings, we all rode together, and the girl did nothing but nonstop gossiping and talking about who she beat up and was going to beat up, cause of her man. Right there in front of the director of our Headstart program. I was embarrassed for her, the way she was carrying on and being loud, even at the meeting. I'm so glad she's not black acting all..... One of the words Karrie B. uses for black folks acting up.

Well a week or so after our first parent meeting, Mrs. B. called me stating that she forgot to elect someone to be a Policy council Representative for our area which includes our little town and three other country towns. She sounded desperate cause she was at her deadline and completely forgot about it, so I agreed, not really confident I would win considering I just moved here and I had never done anything like this before. Well the ballots went out with two girls from my town and girls from the other towns on it, and I won! Imagine that! I was picked to represent the parents and children in four towns. Mrs. B. said, "I figured you'd win you just have that type of personality". Its funny how people can she things in you, you don't see in yourself.

So yesterday we went for our first policy council meeting. One of the things on the agenda was to vote for a Chairperson, Vice-Chairperson, and a secretary. Once again I won and now I'm the Vice-Chairperson for region 16 which includes several small town and cities in our area. The big thing is they're taking us to some conference on a beach here in Texas. Its gonna be cold, but it don't matter, cause they're paying for everything and I haven't had a vacation in years!

Who knows this may be the beginning for your first black female president. lol. But really this has opened my eyes to all the great things I could do or be for our children! Get involved, help the kids, cause I know you have this before, "The Children are our Future".

Kid troubles

My oldest son, 6, is a smart kid. Yes, I know every parent says that about their child, (well a least they should), but he is, just like his mother. lol
I feel like you are what you eat, so I feed my kids knowledge and praise, I tell them they're smart, but when they're wrong I let them know and they are punished accordingly.

Well, anyway, my oldest son is always in trouble in school, therefore at home and its like he never gets to do anything, cause he's always in trouble. I felt so bad for him, so I talked to the counselor in hopes of getting a better understanding of what he might be going through. We came up with having testing him for both A.D.H.D and Gifted and Talented. Long story short she couldn't test him right now for either of the too and I shouldn't punish him too strictly. So meanwhile he keeps getting in trouble for the same stuff. Talking too much, drawing when he's suppose to be writing, arguing with other children, blah, blah, blah.

I was sitting down thinking about this, and it took me back to my childhood. (yes, I can remember back to 1st grade). Man, I got my butt whooped ,like, every other day, for talking too much, fighting with other kids in the classroom, getting sent to the office, blah, blah, blah. But I wasn't the only kid, we all acted up occasionally. Were we, I, they, different form "normal" children? Did we all have A.D.H.D.? (Fa'real that may be a possibility).

But anyway, my point is, what is a normal kid suppose to act like? Is my son abnormal to talk too much. Or is he just a kid. And yes, he talks too much and moves too much, but what kid don't? Then I get to my original thought, but he's such a smart kid. On his report card he has the usual S's, then S+'s in reading and writing, and couple of N's (needs improvement) for talking too much and not using his time wisely. He doesn't know everything like a baby Einstein or nothing, but whatever you teach him he gets, manipulates, and uses immediately. So, the sky is the limit with him and I want to test him for the Gifted and talented program. But then I remember, children are like sponges and ain't my kid just a normal kid?

Well anyway, I'm torn between, just bust his butt, and getting some help.
Should I have had some help when I was a kid (right along with some of those classmates) or did my mom do the right thing and I deserved all those whoopings?


Then I think about all the years I've worked in schools and putting up with some of those kids, and I realize people in education, just don't get paid enough. I know sometimes felt like that although I have not said it out loud, but I've definitely thought about it. So we need to Barack the vote and get our education back on track.

Top 10 things I learned in my 20's

This weekend I'm turning 30. Man, time sure flies when you're having fun. Well I have grown a lot since 20, and I ain't just talking about the hair that's grown from parts of my body, I never imagined. But mentally, and physically I've grown too.

Here's a lil Don flavor:



top 10 things I learned in my 20's.


10. How to party like a rock star!

9. To let it/him go

8. How to love myself first

7. By my early 20's the kind of man I did not want/ mid 20's the kind of man I did want.

6. That voting is very important

5. How to take care of myself and survive on my own

4. When to keep my mouth closed/ and when to speak up

3. That weight don't fall off as easily as it did at 20

2. That just cause you gave him some, don't make him your man.

1. That no matter how good I've been to others, they still don't owe me ish.


Thank God for allowing me another year, 'cause when I truly reflect on my 20's, there were times I shouldn't have made it.