Tuesday, April 10, 2007

No more passive-aggressive dressing!

Yesterday, I did not want to come to school. DID NOT. AT ALL! I had been off on spring break for three weeks. Three more wouldn't have been enough. I've been strugging with my health a bit, and my weight, and my emotional well being. I really didn't want to rejoin the land of the living. Add to that the fact that my principal called me at 9:00 on Sunday night to share the news with me that she *might* be leaving our school next year for a state department of education job. Yeah, that didn't brighten my mood.

Monday morning I got all grumpy about going to school. I cursed and grumbled. I wanted to fight someone, something. I went to my closet and decided that if I had to go to school, I would show my rebellion against the universe by wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Not just any jeans, mind you. My rattiest, holiest ones. There. That would show them. I am not sure who "they" are, not sure who I was fighting, not but I would show them. They could have my body in the building, but my soul was still on break.

My plan didn't work. Instead of feeling empowered by my protest, I was in a bad mood all day. I looked awful, I felt awful, and I acted awful. I realized that I had jinxed my day. I had cursed myself into having a bad day. I had CHOSEN a bad day. No one suffered from my passive aggressive dressing and surly attitude but me!

Today, I decided would be different. I shaved my legs. Painted my toenails. Applied my good smelling lotion and body spray. Wore a new dress and cute shoes. Brought a healthy breakfast and took my vitamins. Chose water over diet Coke. No chocolate (yet).

It is amazing. I feel like a new person.

Every day, the primary principal closes his morning announcements with the quote, "Make it a great day, or not. The choice is yours." Oh, my God. He's right.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

What a great book!

I just finished reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. This is our book club's April selection. OH MY GOD! What a fantastic book! In short, Anna is born to be a cord blood donor for her older sister Kate who has a rare form of leukemia. Thirteen years of donating this and that, from platelets to bone marrow, leads to one big impending donation....a kidney. Instead, Anna decides to request medical emancipation...the right to make her own decisions about her body. Her parents are shocked and, as they head to court, more of the story unfolds, each chapter through another character's eyes.

Initially, I was incredulous...how could the mother essentially sacrifice one child for another? But, as I learned more, I became more sympathetic to her predicament. I'm not sure I would have acted the same way she did, but I know that the situation called for strength and the ability to make very difficult decisions very quickly. Her emotions and instinct seemed to rule, rather than intellect.


This book caused me to really evaluate the decisions I make, or might have to someday make, as a parent. In Sara's (the mother) case, she did what was best for Kate, always. She never stopped to think if it was in Anna's best interest. Do I do that? Do I put one child's needs ahead of the others? Oh, how careful we must be as parents! Our choices are not one size fits all!

I'm interested in reading more of her books now...I've heard great things about The 10th Circle, so I might do that next. This one really challenged me and stretched my thinking, which is the hallmark of good literature. I can't wait to see what her other books hold in store!