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Little Girls

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Between my own girls, the Brownie troop I co-lead, and the students at the all-girls school where I teach, sometimes I feel like belting out a chorus or two of Little Girls. Though Miss Hannigan and I don’t have much else in common, I’m certainly not dripping in diamonds or pearls.

I also saw this recently in the newest post from one of the funniest bloggers ever, Hyperbole and a Half, and it felt just like my life too, what I see everywhere I turn:

They want snacks, they need help with homework, they want to know what’s for dinner, they want to know why they aren’t getting an A, they don’t want to go to bed or eat their vegetables or quiet down to listen for directions. They can’t find their backpack or their homework or their permission slip, did I hear what she said to her? Did I? They dole out hugs and kisses and smiles, they sing in the hallways, they hug each other and braid each other’s hair and sometimes they will just break your heart.

Lucky me, lucky me, look at what I’m swimming in…..little girls!

Snow Day Divide

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When the snow really starts coming down, I believe two kinds of people emerge.

The first group gets right out there! They are building snowpeople and having snowball fights; they are skiing and snowboarding and sledding. They own snowpants and heavy gloves and shovel their snow first thing in the morning, so it doesn’t slow down their adventures. They troop back inside and have hot cocoa and tomato soup and grilled cheese and then they go right back outside.

The second group? The second group sees a snow day as a chance to mimic hibernation. They hunker down, they cuddle up, they break out the blankets and afghans and invite the neighbor kids over for indoor playdates. They cocoon, they watch movies, they read books and bake sweet treats. They go outside only to check the mail, ice the porch steps, maybe shovel the sidewalk. They eat brownies and pop popcorn and watch another movie.

Judging by the frequency of my Twitter posts and Facebook activity today, I think you can guess which group I fall into, right?

Folk & Blues & Roasted Chicken

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Roast chicken with apples and potatoes.

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Yesterday, I had one of those lovely days that come along rarely and cannot be predicted, but only enjoyed.

First, I got to sleep in, luxuriating in bed until 9:30 or so. Then, I went to get a long-awaited haircut, which turned out quite cute. Then some reading, some couch time, some reheated pizza, some more relaxing and writing for my book blog. None of those elements are extraordinary on their own, but being able to have a stretch of uninterrupted time, plus check something big off my list? Priceless.

Then I went to pick my girls up at school after their first meeting of the Folk & Blues club at their school. One of the school parents is a guitar teacher and blues enthusiast, and runs this club for the kids, passing out song books and teaching them songs like “Froggy Went A-Courtin’” and more. Today, I arrived a few minutes early and was in time to catch their last song, “House of the Rising Sun.” I watched the twelve kids singing their hearts, sang along myself, chatted with friends in the hallway, admired a third-grader’s new braces, and felt that particular warmth you feel when you’ve made the right choice for your kids, and when you feel like a part of a community.

Next, home, for roasted chicken and roasted potatoes and fresh Italian bread with butter, followed by a little Top Chef All Stars.

Again, nothing amazing, but it had all the right elements: family, good books, good food, good friends, peace and rest.

High Pressure Parenting

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I was at a lovely wedding recently in DC, and across the table from me sat a very congenial older man who instantly struck up a conversation with me. After eliciting the name of the school where I teach and chatting some about independent schools in the area, he asked if the college-admissions season was particularly busy for me. I said yes, and also something along the lines of how hard it can be to watch students applying to fifteen schools and still convinced that they won’t get into their dream school, or that they won’t get in anywhere even when they almost certainly will, and how much pressure the whole system can put on kids. He nodded slowly and said, “Well, my son there, two seats down from you, is at All-Male Prep School (often called a bastion of the D.C. artistocracy) and we’re pretty determined to see him at Yale, where his sisters went, no matter what he thinks about it.”

I thought of this conversation when I read Amy Chua’s Why Chinese Parents Are Superior, the most recent parenting article to cause a stir. The article itself is well-written and provocative, and has spawned a lot of great commentary (Laura at 11d and her commenters do a great job, as usual, of corralling and expanding this commentary), but for me, the article is most interesting not as a critique or exposure of Asian parenting techniques, but as a lens for looking at greater questions of parenting, drive and motivation. Can we instill motivation and/or drive in children, or is it a question of inborn temperament? Do Asian children really end up excelling at higher rates than American children, and can that really be chalked up to piano (or violin!) lessons and a willingness to call your child “fatty”? There are also some really interesting responses and comments in this Quora thread, which includes responses from the Director of Engineering at Facebook (who happens to be Asian) and the sister of a high-achieving Asian-American woman who also committed suicide. Of course, there are no “correct” answers to any of these questions, which is why they are so interesting to debate.

This is an issue I have struggled with often in thinking about my own parenting and the parenting I received as a child, and as a student who would never have been described as “driven” or “motivated,” but instead, I expended “erratic effort,” I was not “living up to my potential,” I was “bright, but lazy.” These are all direct quotes from progress reports or report cards or teachers I had over the years, and I can see why they would have said these things. But what would have made a difference, or indeed, what did? Because teachers I had in my K-12 years would have (and did) say these things, but my college and graduate school professors did not. Instead, they commended and complimented me, asked me to assist them in classes and recommended me for prizes, honors and fellowships. So what changed, and what could have changed earlier?

For me, I identify with the Facebook engineer quoted on the Quora post, who said that his greatest joy and success has come when allowed to immerse himself in his greatest joys, even if it looked like aimless video game playing or chasing girls. He says that the method described by Amy Chua in her article is “great at producing skilled and compliant knowledge workers, but it utterly fails to produce children who can achieve greatness, remake industries, or come up with disruptive innovation.” In my own life, I now spend much of my time doing what I’ve always loved: reading, writing, and communicating with other people about what I’ve read and what I think about it. I’ve never needed any external motivation to accomplish this, and apart from buying me books and giving me a supportive space, my parents’ greatest contribution to this was probably their DNA (hence the image with this post).

But could I have earned better grades in high school? Absolutely, I think I could have, and I think that often I didn’t because I didn’t see the point, which sounds like a classically teenage thing to say. Sure, my parents were often disappointed in my lower grades, but my higher ones and test scores most often made up for it. I didn’t regret my choices until it was too late, really, and I realized what college doors were closed to me because I didn’t have grades to match those test scores–my transcript probably had “underachiever” in blinking lights on it. Would money-for-grades have made a difference, or consistent punishment, or earning privileges or rewards in a systematic way? I honestly don’t know, and I don’t know yet what will work with my own children, or even with the students I have that are most like the student I used to be.

However, I can say I do not want my children to ever think that their successes or failures are connected to my love for them; nothing is worth that kind of pressure, in my mind, even acceptance to Harvard or other similar signifiers of privilege. This is the fate I want to avoid, and if asked, I believe Chua would say the same. I want my children to discover what they are most passionate about, and I want all doors ahead of them to be as open as possible. I want them to push themselves, because they want to excel, not because they believe I’ll love them more if they do.

Versatile Blogger

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My bloggy friend Sara tagged me as a Versatile Blogger about a month ago, and I’ve meant to post on it ever since, but have been stumped by the requirement: listing “seven facts about me that you are unlikely to learn elsewhere.” I’ve been blogging for over seven years, so the list of things I haven’t blogged, but am willing to blog, is rather short. But then again, who knows how many of you have been reading all of those seven years, so really, I decided to get over it and just make a list, focused around music in my life.

  1. The first cassette tapes I remember owning were George Michael’s Faith and Madonna’s True Blue. I believe that tells you all you need to know about which generation I belong to, both by the artists mentioned and the words “cassette tapes.”
  2. I will further incriminate myself by saying my eighth grade boyfriend bought me a tape for Christmas, and it was Naughty by Nature’s self-titled 1991 masterwork, featuring “O.P.P,” a song to which I used to know all the lyrics and probably can sing embarrassing portions of even today.  It was my favorite tape for months, second only to Boyz II Men’s “Motownphilly.”
  3. I have a Mariah Carey station on Pandora, and I’m not ashamed.  I also have a Britney Spears one, which I love as well.
  4. For our wedding, my husband and I made mix CDs and gave them out as favors.  I’m still pretty proud of our tracklisting, and I still play the CD regularly, though I’m not sure how many of our wedding guests would say the same.  Songs included the Indigo Girls, “Power of Two,” Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic,” Al Green, “Let’s Stay Together,” and the Cure, “The Lovecats.”
  5. If forced to choose, I would choose the Beatles over the Rolling Stones, which my mother believes is one of the classic musical divides of our age.  She’s a Stones fan, so we never speak of this.
  6. If forced to choose again, I would choose Led Zeppelin over the Rolling Stones.  While the Stones have many amazing songs, from “Sympathy for the Devil” to “Wild Horses,”  there’s something so epic, legendary, decadent and just plain rockstar about Zeppelin.  Not to mention I know their albums by heart (III is my favorite), have read extensively about their lives, and went through several obsessive phases dedicated entirely to them.  Plus, Robert Plant is hotter than Mick Jagger.
  7. I wrote a paper in graduate school on Eminem’s deployment of class and race imagery, which was accepted for presentation at the next meeting of the International Association for the Study of Popular Music.  Chuck D was the keynote speaker, it was supposed to be my first conference presentation, and I was thrilled–until it was canceled, as it was scheduled for the weekend after September 11th, 2001.

As for tagging, I’m listing some here, but feel free to jump in, if this appeals to you!

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The “Me” Marriage

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What does it mean to build a sustainable marriage? Not a happy one, or a long-lasting one, but a healthy, functioning marriage that is sustainable and sustaining for everyone involved? According to this recent NYT piece, it involves something called “self-expansion,” which includes your answers to the questions: “How much has being with your partner resulted in your learning new things? How much has knowing your partner made you a better person?”

It’s pretty clear why this has become one of the most popular links on the NYT website so quickly–it’s both a new and familiar way of looking at marriages and why they are or are not successful, a topic bound to intrigue or attract those who are either married, have been married, or want to be married, which encompasses most of the population. I think it’s also a new take on a classic conundrum: do opposites attract, or are we choosing our complement? Even if we start as opposites, do we slowly become more like each other?  If so, does that make us co-dependent, or even worse–boring?

But what does it mean? It’s been assumed that saying “You make me want to be a better man” is a romantic thing to say, especially when the speaker seems sincere. TheTimes piece also refers to having a partner who makes your life more interesting, or what it adds to a marriage to have a funny or creative person married to someone who isn’t. But aren’t funny people attracted to other funny people? Is that my own preferences showing?

Well, then what about my own marriage? No one makes me laugh the way my husband does, but our senses of humor don’t overlap completely. We are continually sharing bits of news with each other, but don’t always have the same opinions or reactions. At one point in the early years of our marriage, after I had spent a weekend visiting my sister in Chicago, he said that he missed me while I was gone because I was the part of his brain that talked back, and I’ve never forgotten that.

I often say he’s the social one in our relationship, but it’s also true that I have become much more social through the course of our marriage. I’m the reader in our marriage, but I like to think he reads more because of me than he would if left to his own devices, and that he enjoys that aspect of what I bring to our partnership. Like Geeky Mom, I can also see many times when my partner said “yes,” whether it was a new course I wanted to try, group I wanted to join, or conference I wanted to attend. His support of my career, as protean as it has seemed from time to time, has been unquestioning, and I hope he would say the same. Neither of us are the same people we were when we got married, and I don’t think we will be the same people ten years from now. But am I curious about who we’ll be, and do I think we’ll be better, interesting people? Absolutely.

2010: A Recap

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Even though I jumped off the Reverb 10 train, I am still and always interested in reflecting on where I’ve been to see where I want to go. So I’m continuing my tradition of recap posts for the third year in a row–won’t you join me, please?

I finished 2009 by setting a lot of goals for myself in several different arenas of my life, and attacked my blogging goals by challenging myself to do NaBloPoMo, which worked out really well and helped me set some trends for the year as I moved into more teaching-focused posts like my series on what makes a great teacher. I also joined some conversations about working moms and leisure time, as well as overscheduled children. These posts all ended up in my Spotlight page, highlighting my best posts, which makes me realize perhaps another round of NaBloPoMo is in order!

In February, I was feeling a little bittersweet, talking about the Bible as literature, celebrating my catfish friend and surviving some major blizzards.  By March, I was recognizing the need for some re-centering, blogging about student blogging.This was a slow blogging time for me–I wonder if it was a NaBloPoMo hangover, or just a busy time?

April brought the cruelest month for schoolteachers trying to hang on till the end of the year. My first supper club night and some other lovely moments helped get me through it, as well as my first annual public poetry project with my students. Watch this space–I’ve got big poetry month plans this year too!

In May, I tried my first experiment with student evaluations, which I’m going to refine and try again at the end of this semester. I realized that while my teaching of poetry had grown richer, it wasn’t the right season for me as a poet. My girls turned eight and took our first trip to faeryland. Finally, just when I needed a boost, my first teaching article, on scaffolding with digital media in the English classroom, was published!

In June, I was thinking about Twitter and tinkering, as well as piles of summer reading. We took our first journey to Green Gables, and I looked through a blog, darkly.  In July, I felt ambivalent and struggled to exercise. I added up nine teaching accomplishments, updated my most popular post ever, and realized how blogging as made me a better writer.  These summer months saw me blogging pretty regularly, helping me process my year and look forward.

August, my birthday month, saw me a a little teary after a lovely surprise reader email. I spent a perfect sewing day with my sister and my own girls, and blogged a series of posts about dialectical notebooks before beginning the back-to-school countdown.

My own school uniform showed up in September–of course, it’s a uniform I choose for myself, which makes all the difference! I cheered for Teach Like A Champion, got to know my new students and stumbled a few times during my first week back.

How do we teach kindness, and how can we make it better? These are some of the thoughts on my mind as we headed into October after a hectic September. I got more than a little cranky about the old “180 days a year” teaching stereotype, reflected on my life as a writer, and still felt I was at full speed ahead into November.

In a month where my calendar felt overstuffed, I blogged about teaching by calendar, and still had time to fall in love with some great books and music. Finally, in one of my most-commented posts this year, I realized I was going gray, and no, I don’t feel any more resolved about it than I did then.

December began with me attempting a reflective challenge that I didn’t finish, though it did help me think about my writing next year, possible (and better) versions of myself, what I need to let go of, which added up to at least 11 things. I succumbed to the holidaze and read some great books, which brings us to……

today, the last day of 2010! As appropriate for a new decade, this year has definitely been one of change and growth for me. I made some real progress on my goals and am working towards some new ones–you can find me on 43 Things if you are curious, and we can cheer each other on!

Thanks for spending some of your time with me this year–I hope it has enriched your life, as much as your presence, emails and comments have enriched mine.

Possible Jackies

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Recently, my blogging-friend Sharon posted a great entry about possible versions of ourselves, how part of being a productive person can be imagining different, better versions of ourselves and then working towards becoming those people.

Sharon has a consistently witty blogging voice, so her possible selves include “The Sharon Who Has Become a Better Photographer and The Sharon Who Once Again Writes Poetry on a Regular Basis and The Sharon Who Gives of Her Time and Energy and Talents to Others and The Sharon Who Has a Really Cool Mostly Organic Garden Going and The Sharon Who Writes About Important and Interesting Things on Her Blog and The Sharon Who is Not an Embarrassment to Vegetarianism Because She Cooks Healthy and Delicious Meals and Has the Energy Levels and the Blog Pictures to Prove It and The Sharon Who Does Wonderful and Innovative Things in the Classroom and The Sharon Who Finishes Novel Chapters and Textbook Chapters Alike.” I can insert my name into some of those, and easily write others (and will, in a future post).

I think this is really inspiring, but also provocative; what better selves do I want to be, and how will I get there? This is also a fresh way to think about resolutions, I think, and was more inspiring than the Reverb prompt for today, to be honest.

What possible selves do you want to be in 2011, and how will you get there?

Appreciate Five Minutes

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As much as I can understand not wanting to have children of your own, I am continually amazed at who I am because I have had children, and because I am a parent. I don’t know who I would be if I wasn’t, but I do know that wanting to be the best possible parent I can be is inextricably linked with wanting to be the best possible version of myself that I can be. The immense amount of value I place on parenting makes everything else in my life more intense, because all my roles and identities stem from that one.

I appreciate what being a parent has meant to me, and I appreciate the incredible joy I have often received from being a parent, as well as the deep anxieties and sorrows I have felt. All of it has made me better, but as also brought empathy and compassion into my life in pervasive ways. All of this can happen without having children, but for me, my children were the catalyst.

So if I imagine I will lose my memory of 2010 and have to capture the best moments, they will all revolve around my children. Splashing in the pool, reading bedtime stories, playing Beatles Rock Band, baking cookies, saying our “roses and thorns” around the dinner table, all of these and more, but especially every minute I get to spend watching them, talking to them, snuggling with them, and generally basking in their glow.

This is my Reverb 10 post for the day.

Possible Jackies

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One of my bloggy friends, Sharon, posted a delightful entry recently on possible selves, and a theory that productive people envision better images of themselves and work towards them. She hypothesized all the Possible Sharons she’d like to be and what it would require for her to really be working seriously and productively towards being those Sharons. I especially love her self-reminder that of course, it wouldn’t all happen at once, in great Herculean strides, but would be a matter of small steps and chunks, staying focused and persistent on her goals.

Her possible Sharons include: “The Sharon Who Has Become a Better Photographer and The Sharon Who Once Again Writes Poetry on a Regular Basis and The Sharon Who Gives of Her Time and Energy and Talents to Others and The Sharon Who Has a Really Cool Mostly Organic Garden Going and The Sharon Who Writes About Important and Interesting Things on Her Blog and The Sharon Who is Not an Embarrassment to Vegetarianism Because She Cooks Healthy and Delicious Meals and Has the Energy Levels and the Blog Pictures to Prove It and The Sharon Who Does Wonderful and Innovative Things in the Classroom and The Sharon Who Finishes Novel Chapters and Textbook Chapters Alike.” I can see my own Possible Jackies in that list, and find it very inspiring, especially as the New Year creeps ever closer. I’m feeling a few related blog entries percolate even now…..

What about you? What best possible versions of yourself would you like to see in the New Year, and what would it take to get there?

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