"I Am"

A poem by Wells, age 9

I am made of elements, I am complicated.

I wonder why my mom won't buy me a mindstorm.

I hear my seeds,

I see my favorite dream.

I want a mindstorm.

I am made of elements, I am complicated.

I pretend I'm a bird

I feel trees

I enjoy swimming

I worry of bullies

I cry of pain

I am made of elements, I am complicated.

I understand stories

I say, "by the way",

I dream of a mindstorm

I try to write this

I hope to finish soon

I am made of elements, I am complicated.

Nobody's Perfect!

Since I have months of posts to fill in, I thought I ease back into it with just a small, simple story.

Today was the second full day of school for the boys at a brand new school. There are a lot of new things at a new school. I don't think I fully appreciated what a big adjustment it would be. But they are doing great and I'm so proud of them.

After a long day of school and rules I promised the boys they could play the Wii for a little while. Originally I said half an hour but then I realized I wanted a little more time to myself (isn't that what TV is for?). They were already playing when I went in and said, "If I let you play for one hour will you turn it off when I come get you - with no complaining?" W says, "Maybe." I said, "Maybe?" He answered, "Well, I'm trying to say yes but I just can't. I mean, nobody's perfect."

I appreciated the honesty.

We agreed that I would tell him when time's up and give him a bonus 5 minutes if he needs it to finish in a good spot.

After all, Nobody's Perfect!