I've been home on break for nearly a week now, and I'd have to say I might've learned some greater lessons in that short span than in all semester in some of my classes. It's the real stuff. The lessons that don't leave me asking when am I EVER going to use that in real life, because it IS real life. But of course no good lesson ever happens without a teacher. My teacher doesn't take off her "teacher hat" when she leaves Farragut Primary. I'm pretty sure she was born with it on and she never takes it off. This week my teacher, aka mom, has taught me more about what it means to be a real godly woman than I could ever have ascertained on my own.
My mom is that lady, you all know one like her, who knows a good deal and when she sees it, she pounces. I always look at her a little bewildered and think when are you ever going to really use that, you're crazy. This week, her crazy purchases have saved our hineys a good dozen times. And each time she's looked at me and said "I'm crazy all right, crazy like a fox."
She's the lady who's friends with all my friends and never hesitates to welcome them on over to our house stating "Mi casa es su casa!" She also forgets that I don't understand her when she whispers little Spanish phrases to me so my sister can't understand... secret's out Sophia: I don't understand either! And she's the beautiful woman who notices admirable qualities in people and makes sure that they know she is proud of them.
My mom, the teacher who never stops teaching, takes her teaching job beyond the borders of the classroom teaching not only her children what it means to be a good person, but teaching her students the same. She takes good care of her "families." And goes out of her way to take care of her students' families needs just like she takes care of her own. She lives out the Gospel in a way that I can only theorize, and the best part about it...it just comes natural to her.
My mom has been the fortitude of strength that I have needed throughout my life, and has the story of a fighter like none other. She has taught me through her stories, and through her daily what it means to truly cherish the important things, to work hard and the value love and respect. I am so proud of the great mother that I have and so thankful for the time I get to spend with her this break.
My mom is that lady, you all know one like her, who knows a good deal and when she sees it, she pounces. I always look at her a little bewildered and think when are you ever going to really use that, you're crazy. This week, her crazy purchases have saved our hineys a good dozen times. And each time she's looked at me and said "I'm crazy all right, crazy like a fox."
She's the lady who's friends with all my friends and never hesitates to welcome them on over to our house stating "Mi casa es su casa!" She also forgets that I don't understand her when she whispers little Spanish phrases to me so my sister can't understand... secret's out Sophia: I don't understand either! And she's the beautiful woman who notices admirable qualities in people and makes sure that they know she is proud of them.
My mom, the teacher who never stops teaching, takes her teaching job beyond the borders of the classroom teaching not only her children what it means to be a good person, but teaching her students the same. She takes good care of her "families." And goes out of her way to take care of her students' families needs just like she takes care of her own. She lives out the Gospel in a way that I can only theorize, and the best part about it...it just comes natural to her.
My mom has been the fortitude of strength that I have needed throughout my life, and has the story of a fighter like none other. She has taught me through her stories, and through her daily what it means to truly cherish the important things, to work hard and the value love and respect. I am so proud of the great mother that I have and so thankful for the time I get to spend with her this break.
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