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Sisters, Go Get Yourselves Some December 29, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — chrysscada @ 4:58 am

Let’s face it ladies, it’s been an oh-so-long dry spell. When I went up to Loveland in mid-December and then to Mary Jane today I was greeted with a thick blanket of white weighing down the branches, falling from above and being parted by my skis. Oh! YES! I knew I was missing snow, but until I really got some I didn’t realize how much.

I feel so happy, so at peace, so satisfied after a pleasurable session at the Jane today, that I feel like giving everyone I know a puppy.

Snow. Ah, at last. I had almost forgotten what it feels like.

So here’s the one thing tainting my happy moment–where are all the women? I rode the lift 13 times single today and how many of those times was I riding with a fellow female snow enthusiast? Zero.

When questioned the men said their partners, “Didn’t really like skiing,” “Were at home working on a project” or in the case of one woman who answers to the handle “Big Mama,” ¬†“in the lodge with the kids.” What is up with that. Like women don’t have needs?

So get up there ladies and indulge; you’ll be surprised how good it feels.

 

 

 

 

 

We’ll Take Care of Them December 17, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — chrysscada @ 4:48 pm

I didn’t want to leave my daughters at school this morning.

After what happened in Connecticut I spent the weekend hiding my tears from them and fully indulging in the grief of 20 children lost only after mine had gone to sleep. I didn’t think I would struggle with leaving them at school. In fact with them safe at school I figured I could really take in and process the news of what happened in that first grade classroom.

Safe at school. When we walked onto the school grounds and I saw all the extra security and the teacher’s red eyes I realized that “safe at school” isn’t a forgone conclusion anymore. We had gone in early to deliver Christmas cookies. When we approached my older daughter’s third grade classroom I saw that her teacher had let all the kids in early. She said they were going to keep “safe and snug” in the room today and gently led my daughter into the classroom. Seeing her hand on Chloe’s shoulder it struck me how far beyond educating the role of teacher goes.

I know that just like¬†Victoria Soto did, my daughter’s teachers would do everything in their power to protect them, even if it meant shielding them with their own bodies.

When Chloe started Kindergarten I was dumbfounded that someone not related to her could care about her, her future and her promise, as much as her teacher did. And when I mentioned this her teacher simply shrugged and said, “It’s what teachers do.”

Teachers stay after school with the child who needs extra help, they help them with buttons and shoelaces, they come up with lessons to challenge the kids who need one, they dust them off when they fall on the playground–they trade their own lives for their students. That’s why I was able to leave my girls at school today, and walk away grateful for the heroes who choose to become teachers.