Slice Of Life-What Can Two Minutes Do?

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This summer, I read about the 2X10 behavior intervention here:

http://www.ascd.org/publications/educational-leadership/sept08/vol66/num01/assuming-the-best.aspx

It caught my eye, and I was intrigued.  So I tucked it away for later.  Then I read more about it here:

http://thecornerstoneforteachers.com/2014/10/the-2x10-strategy-a-miraculous-solution-for-behavior-issues.html

The premise, simply think about the student you need to connect with the most.  Commit to spending 2 minutes with them over the next 10 days.  

And I began to think; what can two minutes really get you?  Does it really make a difference?

Enter Super Colleague.  We brainstorm behavior plans for a student.  One of Those. You know.  Always up to “tell you something.”  Asking what to do, even though you asked them to repeat the directions, and they know what to do.  When they don't have anything to say, they still ask to go to the bathroom.  Wandering in from recess, so maybe, just maybe you’ll notice them and say Something.  We look at cubes and dojos and the like, none of it seems good enough for Li’l One.  So Super Colleague begins the 2x10 challenge.  And two minutes gave her:

                A sense of peace and calm from Li’l One.

                A story from a family that would make your heart break a 1000 times over.

                At the same time, a family that breathed thankfulness at conference time to Super Colleague.  Li’l One goes home and talks about Her Special Time with the teacher.  2 minutes. 

                A Super Colleague, who in the midst of working through many more challenges can see the power that two minutes brings, and knows she's made a difference.  

Confession:  I hadn't even tried this yet myself, and I’m telling everyone else they should?  As I look around, I realize they all have stories.  So I sit down yesterday next to My Li’l Ones for two minutes and learn the following, all from asking, “What’s on your mind?”:

                “I didn't sleep good last night.”

                Question upon question about how trains work, what about electricity, etc.  They were coming so frantically I couldn't keep up!   

                A new student tells me he likes Academic Quiet Time the best, aka “Thinking Time”, because he can write and draw his own thoughts. 

                I learned the puppy, dog, and cat have to be separated and you should not forget to shut the basement door. 

                “I’m feeling more comfortable in first grade.” 

I chose to pick a group of students and just spend two minutes with each of them.   1 at the beginning of the day, the other four during our Academic Quiet time for a total of 10 minutes in my day.  And yes, I carried a timer with me, because I know how quickly 2 minutes can turn into 20 in a classroom.  When our two minutes was up, I simply thanked them for the chat, and moved on to the next student. 

2 minutes is powerful.  Whether you spend 2 minutes with just one student, or pick a handful, it gives you such powerful insight into the lives of your students.   I’m a believer in the power of two minutes.  2 minutes really can change the world.  

Joy! 

Kendra

Celebrate!

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It was so fun to pause for a moment and read your celebrations before I wrote my own.  :)  Thanks for continuing to share in this community!

1.  I'm celebrating Book Fair Season!  Thursday, after a long day of conferences, I was able to bring home a book my oldest had wanted.  He had just gotten into bed when I arrived home.  When I handed him the book, he shimmied with delight, turned on his flashlight, and began reading.  The youngest has had his nose in his, trying to "read it" since Friday morning.  :)  

2.  This book:


Even in all the hub-bub that is November, I read this book in two sittings.  It is so powerful.  It also provided some inspiration for writing!  Read this book.  (Buy it from a local book store!)

3.  Date night.  *A Mushy Moment Coming.*  I just marvel at how much my Mr. has done this fall.  I know it's okay, I'm studying and pursuing a Master's degree.  We knew this would happen.  I've expected stress and tension, there's been none.  He's just awesome.  And there's a date night coming, where we get to eat dinner like grown ups.  I might even wash and curl my hair!  :)

4.  Running.  This week I've run at night in the snow, and today I enjoyed a long run before our first "real snow" lands.  I have been collecting winter running gear, so I can head out even when it's less than ideal.  I also have developed a realistic plan that involves minutes, not miles.  That has helped this running teacher.

5.  Wiggly Teeth.  We took our family trip to the dentist yesterday.  My 6 year old was elated to find out he has not one, but two wiggly teeth.  While I was having my teeth cleaned, he manged to share that news with everyone in the office.  (Sorry if you were hoping for a peaceful cleaning.  The ladies kept telling me he was fine, and I was trapped in The Chair.)  Seeing his excitement reminds me of how fun it is to be 6.  :)

6.  Slow Saturdays.  Once again, there was sleeping past 7, a run, time to write, a trip to the library later.  We do this on purpose.  I love it.

7.  Dinner with friends.  Again, "Framily" is the best.  We don't have biological family super close by, so I'm thankful for Sunday Dinners with friends who are the next best thing.

Joy!
Kendra

SOL -- Uh-Oh Soup is Born. A Story and Recipe.

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The female member of the household, Mom, emerges from behind her laptop on a Sunday afternoon after a study session lasting 14,345 hours.  Heroically, she announces she will contribute to the household by cooking dinner--A chicken and pasta soup.  All the children cheer and dance.  Glitter is falling from the sky, and all my favorite music is playing in the background...

Okay, really, I just needed to give my eyes a break.  My 3 outlets these days are cooking on Sundays, blogging, and running.  It was Sunday, that means it is time for me to cook!  Fall in the Midwest always asks for a nice warm bowl of soup with a little salad and bread on the side.  Immediately, all the idealism falls away the minute I set foot in the kitchen.  

The valiant husband runs to the basement to get the chicken as she begins to boil the noodles.  When he calls out, "My Love!  There is no more chicken!"  she stops and maybe swears once or twice.  The glitter stops falling, and the music stops playing.  But only for a moment.  

I follow recipes.  I have shelves of cookbooks, Pinterest boards, Binders with photocopies and recipes ripped from magazines.  I follow recipes.  I don't "wing it".  Until now.  

The sun is setting, and the Small One is starting to flop around because it's 4:45 PM and he's STARVING.  Mom rolls up her sleeves, her heart is beating fast, as she looks around the kitchen.  A package of bacon, some ground sausage from the farm, pasta noodles...she makes notes and begins to create.  And Pray.  A lot.  (And maybe swear once or twice again...)  And then the moment of truth.  The Soup is Done.  She places it on the table and holds her breath.  She watches in disbelief as, yes, even the Small One announces this is the "best soup ever" and finishes his bowl.  (If you have a 6 year old...you understand the miracle in this.)

On Sunday, we were calling it "Uh-Oh" Soup because it was supposed to be a chicken and corn soup.  In reality, it turned out to be an Italian flavored Sausage and Pasta soup.  Some directions are below if you are feeling brave.  Disclaimer:  if you like exact measurements, directions, etc. this may not be the recipe for you.  I'm still learning how to cook without a recipe, and probably shouldn't be trying to share that yet.  
A food blogger, I am not.  :)  Good luck.  

Sausage and Pasta soup.  (AKA "Uh-Oh" Soup)

1.  Cook a 1/2 box of pasta, I used small shells.  Drain, and drizzle with olive oil to keep the noodles from sticking.  Set aside.  

2.  While the pasta is cooking, brown a one pound package of ground sausage and cook 4 slices of bacon.  Crumble the bacon after it is cooked.  Set aside.  

3.  Now it's time for a rue.  In a soup pot, cook 1/4 cup of onion in 2T of butter, until the onion is tender.  Add 1/4 Cup of flour.  Stir until mixed well.  

4.  Add 4 Cups of milk.  Stir frequently, and bring to a boil.  (No really, stir frequently, or things will stick.  Happens to me every time.)

5.  When the mixture is boiling, add 1 can of chicken broth.  (It was all I had, maybe veggie broth?)  Also, add 3/4 Cup Alfredo sauce, and one 2 Cup package of shredded cheese.  Stir until the Alfredo sauce is mixed, and the shredded cheese is melted.  At this time, I also added garlic salt and Italian seasonings to taste.  I didn't measure it.  Sorry.  

6.  Stir in pasta, sausage, and crumbled bacon.  Stir until soup is warmed through.  

7.  Serve immediately.  

Joy!

Kendra

Celebrate! November 8.

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A quick Celebration!  Then I'm digging in for the home stretch of a graduate class that has nearly taken me out!  (Let's add that to the celebration...I'm almost done!)

1.  I'm celebrating Baseball Bat moments in my spiritual life.  They really are the best.  I wrote about that here.  

2.  Encouragement that comes at just the right time.  Mine came on Thursday evening.  I hope to give some to someone today or tomorrow.

3.  Winter running schedules.  A technical fleece hoodie showed up at my house this week to remind me it's time for slow, steady running.  (Which could be another blog post about winter in and of itself...slow and steady.)

4.  The Chicken Dance on skates.  Interpretation by Kindergarten Buddies.  Be Still my Heart.  It was one of the cutest things I've seen all week.  

5.  The concept of being Endlessly Patient.  I really could have a regular Spiritual posting on these baseball bat moments.  For now, I'll say, I've been blessed with family that is Endlessly Patient with me as I study All.The.Hours.  

Happy Celebrating!  Joy!
Kendra

#sol14 A Baseball Bat and Grace.

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Last night was a night of tossing and turning.  I was going to skip running and blogging today after such restless sleep.  Things to stew about, worry about, lose sleep over.  

As I settled in to read a bit of a devotional I was still feeling stewish and worrisome.  

The story focus of the devotional was on Joseph.  And the forgiveness that he showed his brothers after they considered killing him, but instead just sold him into slavery.  

When his brothers returned to ask for forgiveness, Joseph responds, (in Kendra's words, maybe not the Bible's)  "Isn't God awesome?  I'll take care of you and your children  Don't worry."  

Whoa.  

I'll say that again.  Whoa.  

Now, it's not my intention to give a synthesis or a sermon of this story today, so I'll move on...

I feel like that story was used like a baseball bat might be to get my attention. (Sometimes my spiritual life is like that.)  And it lead me to these thoughts:  (Which lead me to talking to myself...just imagine that for a moment!)

A message to Myself:  (And you too if you need it!)

Forgiveness and Grace:  Show some to the people.  ALL the people.  Even the ones who don't deserve it.  

Even the ones you want to yell at.  The one who found your weaknesses and exposed them to you?  Yep.  That one.  The one who you hardly know?  That one too.  Long time offenses?  Absolutely.  Family too?  Yup.   

Offer Grace and Forgiveness to yourself, even if you don't reconcile.  It will lift the weight from you.  

Then dance it out.  Take care of the people, and the children too.  

Joy!
Kendra

Celebrate! (In Pictures!)

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A Celebration in Photos!  

If you look at the hat and picture below, you can see my family had some excitement around the World Series.  While it was a bummer for us, I loved watching the boys bond, and they said a ton of funny things.  This was snapped right after Perez got hit with a pitch.  Li'l T announced he should have gotten a free home run out of that deal.  :)

A tradition of trick or treating and Halloween fun that has carried on for nearly 13 years now.  (Yes, before kids.)  I celebrate friendships that endure, and all the changes we've seen together.  

After tricks or treats.  Friends or family?  Who can tell???  I love that.  

Siblings?  Friends?  When you are playing Cars Trouble, it doesn't matter.  And in the spirit of Hospitality, please notice I didn't clean up for you.  Because I love you too much to stress myself out like that.  :)  

It's tiny, but it's a fun response to me putting myself out there with a new friend, who seems to like to create things too.  I was so nervous to suggest a writing group.  I'm trying to put that out there a little bit more, to get offline and connect with more people in my area who enjoy writing.  (That's a little terrifying for me.)  If you can't read it, it was confirming and funny.  :)

What are you celebrating this week?  Joy!

Kendra

sol14: Running Unplugged.

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I'm 37 years old, and a married, working mom of two boys.  I'm finally working on my Master's degree in Teacher Leadership.  (Another story for another day--why did it take me so long?!?!)  I tell you that, so you understand, I'm not aiming to run with the elites.  Just a mama who runs and the journey she went on this summer.  

I love running.  The ideas and thoughts I have when I run are unlike anything I have during the day.  

The early morning run is like stealing time from the day.  It's my favorite.   Here, when you get up, the dark envelopes you as soon as you get outside.  Even with BRFs  (Best Running Friends), it can feel spooky and lonely at best.  The worst is when you encounter nocturnal animals.  (Think raccoons and opossums scurrying about.)  Insert a giant shiver here.  (Did you know a raccoon can run 15 miles an hour?!?!?!  I can't.)

I run enough miles that I have all "the gear."  A pack, two water bottles, snacks, the shoes, apps that can locate you, time you, and play music for you all at once.  

I used to define my runs as good or bad by my splits from the app.  Anything under 9:00? Good.  Anything over 9:30?  Bad.  That was it.  It was either good or bad.  And I pushed to stay under that 9:00 all the time.  You might and probably are way faster than me, but these were the numbers that defined my running.  

Now, I do believe that in the beginning, having that information pushed me to a higher level of fitness quicker.  There were definite benefits.  (Read, if you love apps in running, I don't think that's bad...my journey went in a different way.)

Fast forward through about 6 years, and 9+ races with my gear.  Some races were good.  Some were not.  And it all came back to the splits.  

This summer, a few things popped up as I ramped up my miles.  (Nothing huge, think 37 years old.)  As I fiddled with my iron count, my diet, etc. the running apps informed me my running wasn't good.  What was I supposed to do?  Stop running?  

Absolutely not.  

As I healed and reset myself this summer, I learned to run unplugged.  First, I just ran with a simple stopwatch. So I could sneak in a mile split if I needed to.  (Naturally).  And one day, I was able to text a picture to my husband of that watch with a split that made me feel like I could win the upcoming NYC Marathon.  

Then, I left the watch at home, and just ran with the music.  Something awesome happened.  I forgot about those apps, and I started noticing my community.  The people, sites, animals, cars I encountered on my runs began to define my running.  Think of it like this:  "You guys!  My run was awesome today!  A bat swooped at my head!"  Or "I just saw a raccoon on the trail, and I had to shout at it to get out of the way!  It was awesome!"  

Then, this fall, it got better.  Even the music stayed quiet, and my thoughts and ideas grew louder.  Running unplugged can do that.  

Running unplugged also led to a girl who didn't race a half marathon this fall.  It was relaxing, it was a little sad, it was empowering.  Oh, the LHF XC race?  It's on.  I'm in it to win the turkey.  ;)  

Running unplugged also led to a girl who is firm in her running.  Running is a part of who I am.  Like breathing or eating.  There's something empowering about getting up just for the run.  

I'm learning to live by this quote from Jen Rhines, a distance runner, "Life (and running) is not all about time, but our experiences along the way."  

Joy!
Kendra