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Month of May Mothers: Memorial.

Beth Belle

In researching this post, I asked these questions:

How many U.S. military personnel died in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm (Iraq), and the current conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. I could not find a concise answer. 

Maybe I’m just too tired, lazy, or ultimately afraid of what I’ll find out. One number that jumped out at me was during WWII, all loss of life ranged over 60,000,000 people around the world, making it one of the worst, most devastating wars in human history. A point was made on one wiki that because of the newer war technologies, our current conflicts don’t cause the loss of life that previous wars did.

The Washington Post runs a series titled “Faces of the Fallen,” and at last count, over 5,400 troops have died as a result of the war in Iraq.

I personally know men who have served and have returned home safe. I have seen a big, strong soldier-daddy cradle a newborn baby at an airport, hugging a wife, and saying goodbye. I know the causes for these wars are incredibly complicated; this isn’t a diatribe about whether or not these current military engagements are right or wrong. I want to be very clear: I am in awe of the men and women who stand by their oaths and promises to defend our country because the Commanding Chief has asked them to. They are honor bound, courageous, and make sacrifices that are truly heroic. Their mothers, and fathers, need to be added to the discussion and mention of sacrifice, because for every fallen soldier, there is a mother who gave birth to him or her. I cannot imagine, cannot, losing my own sons, or any of my students this way. But I know in the realities of the economy of our times, many young men and women will join the military as a means out of their poverty.

I was of an age to see the Vietnam war broadcast in color on the news, the color of blood, green bamboo, and mud. Those images flashed in front of my eyes, and when my parents had a disagreement, I would react like the world was ending, my world. We don’t show the death, blood, and despair on the news. One woman was fired from her photography job for taking a photograph of military coffins coming back on a cargo plane. The media has been asked not to depict this war, so in some ways, unless it directly affects a civilian back in the States, it’s almost like it’s not happening; but it is. I wonder if we as a nation could be more creative, more responsive, to our enemies? I am not naive; I know we have them. There are groups out there, loosely banded or tightly wound, who seek to hurt and kill US citizens, for whatever ideological motif suits them at the time. That’s been the thread throughout history; humans make war, and use whatever ingredients they can find to do so.

Yesterday I didn’t post because I spent the day playing World of Warcraft with both my boys. My older son has gone to the Horde side, and the younger one was Alliance, and helped me level up, but went to the Horde side last night so he could join his brothers in raids.

Pretend, make-believe wars, quests, and medieval-like overtones do not connect to the real conflicts in any way. And I wish it was always so. Make believe quests are a lot more fun than the real ones.

Thank you, mothers.

Thank you.

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Month of May Mothers: And Sons.


When I was pregnant with my younger son, I knew, I just knew, he was going to be a girl. I didn’t have morning sickness; I had night sickness; I carried him differently, and other indicators and old wives’ tales all said “girl.” When I had my first ultrasound and saw that no, indeed my second child, and probably my last, was in fact a boy, I got a little misty. My husband told me to basically get over it, and didn’t allow me to be sad for the daughter I would never have.

Now–let me be very clear: we are not the type of people who wanted “man” children to carry on family name, honor, or business, nor are we “let’s have a girl and dress her up” types, but I really just saw myself with girls, probably because I grew up in a family of all sisters. Girls are not some different, prissy species – we tumbled and played just like puppies, had our scrapes, fights, laughter and loyalty just like all siblings.

I am not regretful about my reaction over the genders of my children–it was just a reaction. But now, I can’t imagine being a mother to anyone but my sons, though. Sons are different from girls in some general ways. They usuallyaren’t as dramatic, or emotional, so you might miss their fierce pride and loyalty in your achievements. They aren’t as jealous or judgmental of mothers either, but only because they’re not reflecting on their future selves in your role (see the post about mothers and daughters –that’s a whole other basket of laundry–just as it’s different between fathers and sons.)

When I don’t think they’re noticing, or care, or just basically indifferent to my comings and goings, dealings and drama, my sons usually are right there, with the right word, and righteous indignation on my behalf. My dad told me years ago (he himself a son among three boys), that boys don’t like to see their moms cry, and to try to use that sparingly. Considering what a rascal my dad was when he was growing up, I took those words to heart.

Along with my husband, I am showing my sons are women are to be respected and treated. But they give me the gift of showing me, every day, that boys are men in the making, and can really be amazing humans. And, if anyone settles for the boorish, chauvinistic, misogynistic type, well, sister, that’s your problem.

As I wind up my Month-of-May Mothers series, I’m going to end it with the mothers whom I respect the most – moms of veterans.

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Month of May Mothers: Mother Hens.

Mother HenDo you ever feel choked by a self-satisfied and righteous pile of feathers? As you’re trying to learn how to dodge chicken hawks and unscrupulous roosters, is there a hovering vortex of smothering-mothering in your vicinity? Do you feel hen-pecked, brooded over, and about to crack? Well, my little chickadee, you have experienced the Mother Hen.

I hesitate to use the powerful tool of personification in this way. I’m tired of certain celebrity politicians referring to women as pit-bulls and bears. Last I checked I was human, and that’s enough of a challenge without being thought of as a canine or ursine creature. But I am susceptible to Mother Hen-ness, and I bet you know some of these chicks, too:

  • Prone to gathering her chicks and thinking they are the best, most beautiful chicks in the world, and must compare them to yours;
  • Prone to ignoring the ugly ducklings, and dismissing them as not worthy, while promoting the roosters in her brood;
  • Pecks and peeks into every one elses’ nests to see what’s hatching;
  • Screams in alarm if she thinks a fox is in the hen house, or the sky is falling, but seems dismissive if you feel an acorn or two on your beak.

Good things about Mother Hens: They are protective. They are not shy about their opinions. You always know where they stand. And while you’re trying to dry your wings and get ready for flight, they make sure you think you can. Now don’t get your feathers ruffled. It’s tough being cooped up with a Mother Hen, true, but they are watching out for you, and want to make sure you don’t get scrambled.

And that’s not over-easy.

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My Blog Family: Crazy Uncle Louie to Cousin Eddie

You all know I write this blog for my students and myself, right? That I just need to write, and extend, modify, or add another dimension to the classroom box we’re in all day together – manipulating the boundaries of learning time and space is what I’m all about.

It didn’t really dawn on my until I received a most appreciated nod of “Hey, check this out” from what folks are now acronymically calling PLNs. PLNS are “Professional Learning Networks,” a virtual realm of collaboration, dialogue, exchanges, and interests. How cool is that!? And you thought social networking was only allowed if you’re under twenty-five.

What’s really intriguing to me is the power of words. Think about it: through these folks’ words and thoughts have I gotten to know them, and appreciate their perspectives. I have never personally met Mr. Cummings, the educator who put my in his post, but I do follow his Tweets, and really enjoy reading his thoughts, too.

Here are the rules of “Blogs to Watch” Award:

  • Copy and display the picture of the award given to you; (check–see above)
  • Link back to the blog that nominated you;
  • Nominate 10 different blogs yourself;
  • Inform the people you nominated, so they can in turn, continue the chain and spread the word about other great blogs out there. (Will do!)

Here are blogs I need to mention, and why:

Blogs I read regularly, in alpha order, not alpha pack order:

21st Century Principal: (nice to know what the suits think, too- and he’s funny!)

John T. Spencer: (makes me a better teacher/person all around)

Look at My Happy Rainbow: (nice toremember that my big kids were once sprouts, too)

On the Front Line with Wine: (sharp perspective)

Philip Cummings: (intelligent, open-minded thoughts, great taste in music!)

Science Teacher Doyle: (brilliant–one of a kind)

Teacher Tom: (if I could only give my students these types of experiences)

Technology Tidbits: (saves my cyber-soul in my 1:1 laptop school)

The Line: (why can’t I write like that?)

This Brazen Teacher: (fellow artist, and passionate teacher)

Two Writing Teachers: (the right write words)

 Check In Blogs:

Betty’s Blog:

Dog Ear:

Gladly Would I Teach: She just sounds like the nicest, dearest teacher.

Andrew B. Watt’s Blog:

 Student Blogs: One big success my students had was feeling safe enough to share their personal blogs with me. I’ll keep those to myself for a while.


Blogs I look at off-shore through heavy lenses: I really like this blog. I can’t read it anymore though, because sometimes it brings out the cranky side in me. She’s a smart, funny writer, who is not shy about being successful in her endeavors. You go, girl! But, I’ll watch from the sidelines for awhile. Joe Bower is brilliant. A very powerful thinker, progressive philosopher, reformer, and he scares me a bit. I think he would think he scares me because his ideas are so radical. Actually, I don’t think he’s necessarily right all the time, and I noticed a trend that he would never respond to any comment or question I asked; so, for all the important beliefs about being part of a larger dialogue, I felt left out. I’m not disgruntled, just thought I should spend my energies on actually making change, helping students, etc. I check in from time to time, because he is a good writer. No. Confuses being provocative with mean-spiritedness, but that’s just me.

Read and think for yourself, kids – what things do you go to often to read, and talk about?