Do You Remember When You Were In My Tummy?

So, we were at church and my seven year old son was angry at me because I wouldn't let him run off right before the prayer.

When the prayer was over he said, "I think I'm your step son now!"

I asked, "Do you know what a step son is?"

He did not.

I said, "That would be like if I died and Daddy got married to someone else. She would be your step mom and you would be her step son. You were in my tummy. I will always be your mom. Do you remember when you were in my tummy? It was really dark." I was just trying to be silly with him by asking him that question. I had no idea the conversation would turn into something else entirely.

He said something about having videos of him in my tummy. I told him that we don't really take videos of babies in tummies. Then I told him that we kind of do when we have an ultra sound and I explained what that was just a little.

Then he told me how babies are in a bubble when they are in their mommy's tummy. I told him, "Kind of. They are in a sac but it is filled with fluid."

Then, he said, "Then it pops."

I said, "Yeah, when the baby is ready to come out, it breaks. But you took a real long time to come out after it broke. It took almost 12 hours."

Then he said, "Then your body has to open up so the baby can come out." 

I said, "Yeah, it does."

He said, "I don't want to see that."

I said, "You don't have to. Daddy watched for [his big sister] but not for anyone else."

He started crying by this time. When his brain is processing new information, he often cries. I continued the conversation because I knew he was just trying to process the whole thing."

He said, "I don't want to see that. Blood must come out too."

I said, "Yes, but it's okay. It's just extra blood the body had for the baby and it doesn't need it any more."

He cried, "How can you survive that!" And ran off. I chased after him, trying not too laugh!

I finally caught up to him and I tried to explained that was how God created our bodies. Women have been having babies for centuries and surviving. I didn't even want to mention that there are women who don't survive childbirth. I pointed out to several mothers we knew and talked about how many children they had and how they survived just fine.

One mother tried to help me explain things. She said that they baby is really small so it is easier to come out. "That's right," I said, "And before the baby gets too big, the body says, okay, it's time to get the baby out before it gets too big! Then it opens up, the baby comes out, and it closes back up again."

He seemed to calm down after that. It was very traumatic for him but it was hilarious to me. Every time I remember him crying out, "How can you survive that!" I just have to laugh. I love that kid! He makes me laugh every day!

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Moon Base and Mars Colony

My 7 year old son talked to me for about 20 minutes all about how NASA wants to set up a base on the moon by 2025 and send a manned mission to Mars by 2030.

He tried telling me something that was said on the moon, something about a giant step so I said, "One small step for man. One giant leap for mankind."

Then I asked him if he believed we went to the moon. He said he did. I told him some people don't we went to the moon that it was fake. I told him I believed but some people don't. I asked him what he would tell those people. He wasn't sure. I told him that his uncle wasn't sure we actually went to the moon and asked him what he would he tell him. My son said, "Well he wasn't born back then."

I laughed, he wasn't there when it happened, so how would he know? Right? That kid cracks me up!

So, then I started typing to my family what he said in our family group text. He saw me typing this and asked me how much I was going to type. Then he asked, "What is this called? A book?"

Yup, sometimes I type really long text messages! 😄

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The Hilarious Things Kids Say

So about a year ago (has it really be that long) someone hacked into my Facebook account and posted some pornographic images! Facebook immediately suspended my account. At that time I also found out that someone used my business page (that I had stopped using and never got around to closing, my bad) to post what I assumed to be some kind of child trafficking ad. Now, I don't know the particulars about either except for the very vague communication I received from Facebook. 

I was unable to voice my side of the story. I was only able to say that I was hacked. But after about 3 months of investigating (without ever talking to me) the powers that be over at Meta decided that I am indeed posted the pornographic images and disabled my account causing me to loose over ten years of adorable memories I have of my 3 children. It was tragic! 

I learned several lesson. #1 I don't like Meta and anything that has to do with Meta. I tried to avoid using Meta products but I found that to be difficult. #2 Never trust my memories to Meta or anything Meta related #3 I need to record those memories elsewhere.

I have been texting my family the adorable and funny things my son says but I know I had friends on Facebook who missed the quotes I was posting of children so I decided to add them to this blog but I never got around to it. 

So, today, I decided to start. Get ready to read about the things my son says that make me laugh. I hope they make you laugh too.

Unfortunately, I have lost the 10 years of adorable and hilarious things my children have said over the years, but I hope you can enjoy those things that I share here for you to enjoy.

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The Struggle

I've decided to share more posts by other mom/teachers. What more could I say than what they have already said, especially if I agree with them.

Here are 20 truths to being a mom/teacher

In this article, I've already tried #3 which I believe contributed to me not being asked to come back and I believe #4 was noticed #5  is something I have been trying to do more #6 is definitely something I do and so is the dinner part of #2

So, it is difficult. It is a struggle. I shouldn't beat myself up over it. Too bad. I already do.

In my last post I linked an article where she stated at some point your child will be jealous of my students. This is so sad. It is so true. As I've stated in a previous post, my daughter wanted to be in my kindergarten class because she wanted to be with me all day long, like my students are with me all day long. . . I wish I could be with her all day long without having to worry about what I need to do to make money to help support our family.

A teacher/Mother

Browsing through the internet today I found two articles by women who are both mothers and teachers. Both indicated how tough it is to be both and, well actually, impossible to be good at both. I thought, "Well, how can I write about that, they already have." One of the articles was really long and honestly, I didn't finish reading it. The other one was a length I could read without the risk of falling asleep. Here is the article. If you want to read the lengthy one, here it is. 

So, what I discovered is this: I am not alone. I am not the only one that feels that in order to be a good teacher I must neglect my children and in order to be a good mother I must neglect my students.

I also confirmed what I already knew. The real reason why I didn't get asked back to my school is because I failed my students. I did not put them before my children. I also did not put my children before my students. I couldn't be a great teacher and a great mother so instead of trying for one, I was neither.

Now I am stuck trying to find another teaching job and I don't want to. I don't want to sit through another interview telling someone that my passion is teaching. That I can't see myself doing anything else. Because all I want to do is be home with my babies. BUT the reality is, I need to work. I need to have a job. But what? Teaching is the only thing I know how to do. What other job could I do to make the same amount (such as it is) as I am making now?

So, now I am wishing that I chosen a different path (a writing career). Now, I am trying to work on my blogs (while I currently have the time to do so) in hopes that I could possibly make some money by blogging. There are other avenues I am trying to do but I fear none of them will pan out before I need to be working again. So now I will be applying for teaching jobs.

I am a teacher. I got pregnant. Now I am a mother. I now understand why at one point in our country's history teachers were not allowed to get married. They were not allowed to get pregnant. If they did, they would have to quit teaching. I get it now. I so get it.