Parent Teacher conferences

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Ok when I was a kid I hated them. I just knew I was in all kinds of trouble. My teachers were mean, they hated me and didn't have a clue what it was like being a kid.
Now its my turn to be the parent. I feel like I have some power now. It's my turn to get back at them for all they did to me. However these are not the same teachers, and some of them are actually kewl....
So where do my loyalties lie. With my kids first and always. That also means for their best as well. I find myself agreeing with the teachers, (which I always hated when my mom did that). I do see the other side of the rainbow , so to speak. Most of the teachers just want the kids to do well. The criticism is usually very constructive and they also advise me of the good qualities in my children as well. (I don't recall every hearing any of my teachers advising my mother of my attributes). I have had a few teachers that I have butted heads with. Yes I did back up my child and try and work out a compromise. There are some teachers who feel they are almighty and do not seem to care what stress or pain they put on a young person or the parent for that matter. Even when they are both (parent and child) willing to try harder and compromise themselves. These are the teachers who believe that they are all powerful and there is no reason to do things any other way than their own. This is where I draw the line.

But I have also met some great teachers, understanding, dedicated and willing to help where others are not. Those who allow that slacker to turn in a shit load of past due work just to bring up that F to a D or C, right before report cards. So that pleading student will not get the crap kicked out of him or her by mom or dad. The teacher who stays late, or gives out his home phone# to a parent who works late but really wants to make the effort to be part of their child's education. I really appreciate it. This really makes things helpful for the parent, if both sides strive to work together, its the child that benefits. Even if they don't want to, or can't see it. They will someday when they are older and are sitting in that room with their child and teacher.
So now comes the time that I have to sit down with each of my kids and try and explain, how this helps them, what they can learn from it and how despite their missing homework, I do and always will stand behind them. But I would prefer it be with better grades and maybe a little more respect for these teachers who seem to work so hard.

So, here is the wine bottle. It was a lot tougher than it looks. Kate did most of the work , I just helped with the leaves and gold stuff and some of the head work. 

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Ok I'm a really bad blogger. But I'm gonna try harder. I hear its great for the soul. So lets see.....Ok, I like making cakes. I usually do them for friends and family. But lately my heart is just not in it. I helped kate make a wine bottle for her friends dirty thirty. Wow I didn't even know 30 was a bad again. What happens when you hit fourty. (as I am vastly approaching). I started thinking about this as most of my collegues are younger than myself and have recently all started calling me MOM. Scary. So I guess when you are younger and you say something careing to a friend, like "you should take better care of yourself" or "he is no good for you. You can do better." this is considered being a friend. But once you are of a certain age it becomes, Motherly instinct. I just don't see it. I have not changed in the way I treat people at all but now it seems that I am the one who will be treated differently. This sucks. I don't see any of the men my age getting called Dad at work or Gramps. My husband is a year older than myself and his work buddies come over to play pool and poker and work on his truck. But not once have I heard anything about his age. Next year he will be forty and I'm curious as to how he will handle it. His age has never seemed to bother him before. We will have to wait and see.