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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Remembering Thursday, Jan. 20, 2005
Today marks another anniversary of my father's death. Wow! Seven years. What can I say that I have not said in the seven years I've been missing him?
The obvious is that I love and miss him. I don't think it hurts, but rather it saddens me. It's just so sad that a man who loved people as much as he did, did not get the opportunity to meet and love the current continuation of his family--my kids Elissa and Emmai. It saddens me that he is not here to share in my joys and pains. It saddens me that he and I never got to be "friends" as parents and children do once the child becomes grown (well, some parents try to befriend their children early on instead of parenting them).
So, what can I say on this day as I remember him? I don't know...except we need more men like him in the world. Men who love and provide opportunities for their families. Men who worship God whole-heartedly and instill Godly values into their children. Men who love unconditionally. My daddy did whatever he could to help others and when he couldn't do all that he wanted, he still did something.
As I reflect today, I examine my own life. Was his work in my life in vain? How can I really do his memory justice? I've got a lot of work to do. I feel he loved others more than himself. I enjoy being by myself. He was often out giving and doing while I spend a good amount of time just trying to chill. He was actively involved in church and I do good just to make it before the sermon. And, don't hold me too long.
If my father could talk to me today, what would he say? Would he be pleased? I think he'd be proud, but he'd gently encourage me (cause he was the only person that knew how to deal with me and my attitude) to follow his example.
So, this time next year when I prepare to remember my daddy (Lord willing) I should be able to show you through my actions what Rufus Lee Parker, Sr. means to me. Lord, help me.
The obvious is that I love and miss him. I don't think it hurts, but rather it saddens me. It's just so sad that a man who loved people as much as he did, did not get the opportunity to meet and love the current continuation of his family--my kids Elissa and Emmai. It saddens me that he is not here to share in my joys and pains. It saddens me that he and I never got to be "friends" as parents and children do once the child becomes grown (well, some parents try to befriend their children early on instead of parenting them).
So, what can I say on this day as I remember him? I don't know...except we need more men like him in the world. Men who love and provide opportunities for their families. Men who worship God whole-heartedly and instill Godly values into their children. Men who love unconditionally. My daddy did whatever he could to help others and when he couldn't do all that he wanted, he still did something.
As I reflect today, I examine my own life. Was his work in my life in vain? How can I really do his memory justice? I've got a lot of work to do. I feel he loved others more than himself. I enjoy being by myself. He was often out giving and doing while I spend a good amount of time just trying to chill. He was actively involved in church and I do good just to make it before the sermon. And, don't hold me too long.
If my father could talk to me today, what would he say? Would he be pleased? I think he'd be proud, but he'd gently encourage me (cause he was the only person that knew how to deal with me and my attitude) to follow his example.
So, this time next year when I prepare to remember my daddy (Lord willing) I should be able to show you through my actions what Rufus Lee Parker, Sr. means to me. Lord, help me.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
One Thousand Nine Hundred and Sixty-Eight Winters by Jackie Early
My students and I are reading Tears of a Tiger by Sharon M. Draper. We discussed this poem and I thought I would share it.
One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters...(by Jackie Early)
Got up this morning
Feeling good & Black
Thinking black thoughts
Did black things
Played all my black records
And minded my own black bidness!
Put on my best black clothes
Walked out my black door
And...
Lord have Mercy!
White
Snow!
One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters...(by Jackie Early)
Got up this morning
Feeling good & Black
Thinking black thoughts
Did black things
Played all my black records
And minded my own black bidness!
Put on my best black clothes
Walked out my black door
And...
Lord have Mercy!
White
Snow!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Lissa says the darnedest things
I'm going to start keeping a record of what Elissa says.
"No mama, not that lotion. I don't like that lotion."
1/21/12--Pretending she's on the phone with Sophia, "Hey, best friend!"
1/22/12--After climbing out of her crib, she comes into my room. "Mama I'm out of my crib." Me: "No, baby. You're not supposed to be out of your crib." Her: uh "Yes, I am. I sneaking."
2/24/12 8:05PM
Me: Elissa are you ready to go to bed? You look tired.
Elissa: No! I'm not ready to go to bed. It's too early...and I'm too little.
2/26/12
Me: You know I'm going to work tomorrow.
Elissa: Yay! Parrrtay!
6/4/12 This one is for Emmai.
Me: "Mommy is..."
Emmai: "...tired."
Me: "How do you know I'm tired?"
Emmai: "Because you get up early and you work really hard."
Awww...I'm glad that he recognizes that, but I'm also sad because they expect me to be tired and I want to have time and energy for them. :-(
"No mama, not that lotion. I don't like that lotion."
1/21/12--Pretending she's on the phone with Sophia, "Hey, best friend!"
1/22/12--After climbing out of her crib, she comes into my room. "Mama I'm out of my crib." Me: "No, baby. You're not supposed to be out of your crib." Her: uh "Yes, I am. I sneaking."
2/24/12 8:05PM
Me: Elissa are you ready to go to bed? You look tired.
Elissa: No! I'm not ready to go to bed. It's too early...and I'm too little.
2/26/12
Me: You know I'm going to work tomorrow.
Elissa: Yay! Parrrtay!
6/4/12 This one is for Emmai.
Me: "Mommy is..."
Emmai: "...tired."
Me: "How do you know I'm tired?"
Emmai: "Because you get up early and you work really hard."
Awww...I'm glad that he recognizes that, but I'm also sad because they expect me to be tired and I want to have time and energy for them. :-(
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