Reteach, Teach!

School time regression for sure.  It’s opposite for us teachers because our time and energy is consumed all year long in the classroom.  Life is our classroom and the little ones in it.

I always do this…what I’m doing now.  I’ve seen a pattern to my writing now.  It gets closer to summer time, I’m getting excited for summer break and the muscles in my body begin to “un-tense”, if you will.  I go into my Facebook, change my profile pic to my summer breeze theme.  It’s a little funny but I guess I’m like that.  I wonder if anyone is in my shoes.  Any teachers coming to their end of year “energy recharge”?  Message me because that’s me!  Could be why I so LOVE the beach too because it’s a symbol of my summer breaks.

Only problem now is I’ve lost all I learned in my last blogging workshop– school year regression. It’s reverse for us teachers.  I haven’t come in here in a while and I’d like to update and change some things but I’ve forgotten how.  Sigh, great!  I’ll have to research and relearn.  Hopefully it will stay with me this time.

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The Lunch Room

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

Don’t you find it interesting that those who talk most, may need to do so much talking.  I’m pretty content with my life and don’t have to expose it.  As a matter of fact, I’m a pretty conservative talker when it comes to my personal life.  At any rate, it’s annoying and a bit sorry when others have to “tell all”.  Can’t help the monster creeping up and making me feel for a second like something is wrong with my life.  Doesn’t social media do this?  Sometimes it’s best to eat with your ears, eyes and mouth shut– if possible.

It’s really nice to hear that your 19+ year old is getting a 4.0 GPA and honors classes in Notre Dame.  It’s great to know and hear how he really thinks your advice is good and meaningful.  It is so awesome how you have a two story house and buy what you want whenever you want.  It’s super cool your husband cooks dinner for you and it’s ready when you get home!  Wow…super husband!

You see what I mean, eat with my mouth shut!  Well, my husband is pretty superior too!  ;)

 

Math Monster

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”

Uuugh, I get the shivers

When I think of it!

 

I can still see its decimal-pointy jaws,

Spiky, multiplying legs,

Squiggly percentage-like eyes.

Get me out of here, I’d beg!

 

“Quiz time, quiz time

Take out a paper.

Put your name on top and

face the front.”

Said Mister Math Wizard Caper.

 

I’d shiver and shake

And wonder why

The math monster would target me

I couldn’t help but cry.

 

On test days, homework

And practice pages it’d reign.

For many days, years

I’d struggle from its domain.

 

Until one day, I said

Enough is enough

I will defeat this once and for all…

 

Then I woke up…

Piff, poff, puff!

To Write or Not

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”

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To write or not… is my journey.  This journey has been going on for about three years or so.  In writing, I found a new hobby, excitement, or satisfaction in using words, phrases, pictures, sound and videos in today’s new technology to make my voice heard, to make my feelings felt, to make my visions seen, simply to speak my heart and share.

I can say what I want, how I want, and follow no rules but my own…somewhat.   But along the way in this journey , I’ve discovered that I don’t have the time to devote to it.  It has been my excuse since the beginning that I cannot continue as regularly as I would like.  I recently read an eye-opening, and thought-provoking post here by a WordPress blogger, MBTTTR.  He speaks of needing a partner, or co-partner, in writing!  But in finishing what he starts because he has innovative and excellent projects, which is what I am.  However, following through and finishing, is another story.

Perhaps that is what I am experiencing when I use “time” as my excuse.  Perhaps the fact of the matter is, I just can’t finish it!  I have tons of stories in my head.  Poems that are just waiting to get inspired to be written.  I have plenty of passion to go around but to physically make the time to sit and write it for you is another story.

So my journey continues, which is the essence of my blog, Life Is A Beach, a writing journey.  A journey to learn, write and share.

Living On With Mom: A Story for Mother’s Day

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Dedicated to my mother. I love you!

The sand was smooth and cool on Rose’s feet when she noticed the chair next to her was empty.  This is the first beach trip for Rose and her mom in a long while.  Rose grew up going to the beach with her family and cousins in South Padre.  The beach holds a very special place in her heart.

“Have you seen my mom?” she asks her friend.

“No, I think I saw her getting a drink at the bar.”

“What?!” Rose exclaims in shock.

Rose got up immediately thinking the worst and embarrassing circumstance that could happen at the beach hotel with some drunk lunatic hitting on her 70 year old mother!

“Mother what are you doing here?” Rose asks.

She remembers the times as a teenager when her mom and father told her about how boys are.  Boys only want one thing from girls.  Never say, “I can’t” because they think you mean yes.  Say “no.”  Is this seriously reverse now?

“I’m having a drink and listening to the music.”  her mother answers.

The music was just dying down but there were a lot of sticky, humid, glassy-eyed people, and men too, sitting at the outside bar off the beach.  Rose was startled and could not believe this was happening before her eyes, at this very moment.

“Mother, you cannot be sitting here like this!”  Rose protests.

“Why not? I’m listening to the music.”  Mom responds.

Rose thought, how innocent and felt a little heart tug.  But then it immediately switched to surprise.  “Why not?…really Mom?!”  Rose’s mother, Nina, was a widow of 7 years.  The only man she had ever known in her life was her late husband, Rose’s father.  The only man she had ever dated was her father some 50 years ago.  They lost him to Lou Gehrig’s disease.  It had been a hard transition to live a single life when all you ever known was a life with a husband.

“Mom, you can’t be sitting here at a bar by yourself.  It gives men a message that you are asking for companionship.” Rose tells her.

“Well I am.” Nina says. “I am lonely.”  Rose’s heart sank.

“Ay, mommy, not like this and not today.  We will talk.  We are here with the kids.”

They walked back to the hotel room and washed up for dinner after being out on the beach all afternoon long with the kids and their friends.

Rose then realized, like on many other occasions, that it must be difficult for her mom to live alone without her dad.  Living with her daughter is not a “bed of roses” either at times.  Rose can be a real thorn.  But Rose tries, and is continually trying.  They both are.  So often life gets in the way and we overlook the most important things and people in our lives.   Life makes turnarounds.  Sometimes at the most unfortunate times in life but we live on.  We have to see what and who is in front of us and just give them a big hug!

Rose and Nina walked out to the beach on the last day of the beach trip.  The seagulls were singing, the waves were playing their sweet melody.

“Did you enjoy the trip, Mommy?” asked Rose.

“It’s been a long time.  Lots of memories.  Yes I enjoyed it, mija.” said Nina.  “Let’s come again.”

“Absolutely!” said Rose.  “I’ll buy you a drink next time!”

Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!

All I Do Is Pray

On this Mother’s Day…

I don’t know how I feel.  So much has changed.

Is it normal,  am I a freak for feeling empty?

Have I failed, succeeded, enlightened or destroyed.

Motherhood…

All I do is pray to keep my sanity

and go on

on my journey.

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