Monday, March 14, 2016

My sweet family.
My sweet first graders.
How can anyone live in both worlds simultaneously and not have their heart burst?
The first picture doesn't even include the two boyfriends of our daughters - who have become an important part of our family.
The second picture doesn't show what amazing, wonderful, sweet, smart, fun, and funny kids these are.
Anyone looking at them would think, "Oh, just a family."  and "Oh, another class at some school."
And they would be right.
Except for the fact that I am a daughter of the King, a wife, a mom, and DaMa.
Except for the fact that I am THE "Ms. Mizera".
My heart is full.
And my heart aches.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

It's Been A While

Yes, it has been a while.  And life is good.  And fun.  And romantic.  And silly.  And crazy.
And tiresome.  I am one of the blessed people I know - without a doubt.  And, I know from where my blessings flow.  Thank you, God.
However, tonight, I am going to vent.
My Father, Dennis, is an alcoholic.  A severe alcoholic who cannot get it together at the age of 65.  I have tried to be as supportive as I can and let him know I'm always here and I will always love him and will always be his daughter.  However, I just don't feel like I can keep up the charade.  I want to yell at him.  I want to swear at him and tell him exactly how I feel about his alcoholism and his lies and his unavailability.  I have talked and listened and sympathized until I feel fed up.  Now, I'm just mad.
Last week, he read texts that his girlfriend and I have been sending so I can try and keep up with how he is doing.  He said he felt betrayed by the fact I was texting her.  He felt betrayed.  HE.  FELT BETRAYED.  Let me tell you some things about betrayal.
Betrayal is leaving my mother when I was 6 months old to marry someone else.  Betrayal is only seeing me and bringing me into your life when it was convenient for you or made you look good to some woman.  Betrayal is never paying my mother a dime of child support because you promised to pay for college.  Betrayal is deciding that you shouldn't have to pay for college.  Betrayal is telling me that paying for my own college is something that would make me stronger and more appreciative.  Betrayal is telling me that little story, even though your parents paid for your technical college.  Betrayal is cheating on EVERY SINGLE woman you were ever with - and ruining incredible relationships with women who truly loved me.  Betrayal is calling me for my birthday twice in 45 years.  Betrayal is caring more about yourself than you care about anyone else.  Betrayal is saying you want to be a father, and a grandfather, then putting that bottle of booze to your lips again, and again, and again, and again.  Betrayal is drinking yourself to death, even though you SWORE you wouldn't because that is what your brother did and you had to live for HIM now.  You know what betrayal is, Dad?  Betrayal is you.  
Betrayal is you.  I choose not to be a part of it.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Summer Break

Each summer I take the kids to the beach. This is the third year I have taken on that amazing adventure and this time I had three kids instead of two. My ten year old niece came to enjoy the ocean. She had never been, so we all got to be part of the introduction. This is one of my favorite parts of summer. I never thought I would be one to travel alone with children, but I do it and I like it. There are always bumps in the road, I tend to get frustrated with whining and wants, the kids get frustrated with my "everything has a place" mentality. (It helps to keep me sane). However going to the beach is a highlight of the summer and I plan on continuing to make this trip every year. Maybe some day I won't be the only adult in our party. For now, though, I hold tight to God and he watches over me. And, the fun is had by all.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Asheville NC

Daycationing in Asheville; going the the Biltmore for the first time. I'm named it "the Big House" so that's what my four year old is calling it. Did you know POTUS is vactioning here this weekend? I don't know that I've ever been this close to seeing one in person. Hmmmm, vacationing with the President. Wouldn't THAT be a story for my kids at school?!!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Sometimes the best part of visiting family is the anticipation. I realize this, but somehow I still cannot stifle the disappointment when a twelve hour drive with a four year old to a place I adore results in mostly feeling like I'd rather be home. Why is that? Why can't I just let go and enjoy? Maybe because my four year old was plagued with allergies and I felt responsible. Maybe because my 10 month old niece is growing so fast and I'm missing it. Maybe because I really don't fit in the north anymore after having been in the south over 15 years. Maybe because I was too worried about being judged and therefore was judged as being too worried. Maybe because I'm getting too old to do the long distance car thing. Maybe, just maybe, I would simply rather be home. I guess it really doesn't matter. The emotional pain stings no matter what the reason. I'll wait a couple of months, until school is over and/or a family event calls my name, then I'll do it all again. Except, maybe next time I'll fly...............

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Sick or Rejuvination? Both.

My little man has been healthy this entire school year. I have actually accumulated some sick days. So, I wasn't completely bewildered when he walked into the diningroom at 10pm and preceeded to vomit all over himself and the floor. If the timing of a sick child can be good, then this was good timing. We only had a half day at school the following day, so I quickly scheduled a sub, threw some plans together and headed to bed with a cool washcloth to wipe the moderate fever away from my sweet boy's face.
We were up quite a bit in the night with pain and more vomiting, and by morning he seemed to be on the mend. After a quick jaunt to drop Sis off and set up the kids for the sub and the sub for the kids, we came home. The fact that he was recovering from a virus, was not wonderful. But, spending the day laying on the couch, giving sips of water, making dry toast, actually reading a book for pleasure, was wonderful. When he fell asleep at 4pm, I didn't attempt to wake him in fear of the night sleep being adversly affected. I let him sleep. I sent some e-mails, I read a newspaper and a magazine. I did some laundry. I cleaned the kitchen. I did some plans for next week. I read more of my pleasure book. Then the most amazing thing happened; I began to feel bored. Bored! .... Me! .... Bored! I was delighted. I haven't been bored in years. No exaggeration what so ever. I'm a single parent, teacher, 10 year church member - I never get bored. I.....was.....bored. I could have cleaned more. I could have done some more work. I decided instead, to delight in the boredom. I let it soak in to my being. And then, I smiled. Boredom can be wonderful.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The new kids in the class

This new school year has been hard. As teachers, the work is never done. There is always planning and paperwork and tweaking lessons and grading and parent meetings. Then there is the extra that the county and administration demand, and this year it is overwhelming. If I was a beginning teacher, I don't think I would be able to handle it. I would have decided this teaching idea was a bad one and gone off to find a job with more pay and less work. However, after much pushing and pulling and even some bribing, and crying tears of frustration, this class is finally pulling together as a team, and as third graders in their own way. It is simply wonderful. These new kids in my room, don't feel like the new kids anymore, they feel like my kids and I am in heaven. I wasn't sure it was going to happen this year. I was wondering if this teaching gig was over for me. I have promised myself that when I am no longer having fun, I will quit teaching and find another job. I thought it might be time. However, I called upon my ever-faithful God for a new attitude, I found some time and ways to connect with these little people, and alas, again, I am in love. These sweet, funny, smart, quirky children have stolen my heart. And, because it took a little longer than usual, I think the love may be a little stronger. Could it be I'm loving this job more? With all the demands and craziness and never-ending time crunch, I'm loving it more? I am a gluton for punishment. And loving every minute.