Happy Retirement Mom!

Yeah, can you believe my mom is retiring after 27 years of service from Davis County School District?

15 years of Teaching 6th grade and 12 years of being an Elementary School Principal

She is an amazing example, a great teacher, mentor and educator.

So we decided to throw her a party!!

That just happened to be on the 4th of July!

 Here is mom next to her table of treats. Recipes found Here. There were fun Cake Bites, Red White and Blue Strawberries, at Red White and Blue Beverage and lots of treats that family brought too!  We had Curried Chicken over Rice, and Corn on the Cob and Red White and Blue Jell-o, salad Etc....

She got new business cards that she got to pass out to everyone.....

I can't get these darn photos to turn sometimes!

 After dinner the family gave her gifts.  Each one of us kids read her a poem we wrote, my uncle wrote one too but I dont have that one:

Retirement haikus for Mom

Shaping multitudes

Correcting bad attitudes

Enough is enough.

Were crying children

Or the students the worst part?

Personal zen earned

Hyper active youth.

He peed where? She bullied who?

Never EVER more

 

Suns set on careers

But never on adventure

Go and find your path

 -Jon (Jeff)

An Incorrect Haiku for Mom

By David Parkin

My mom teaches school

She was my sixth grade teacher

She taught me Haiku

Five syllables first

Seven for the second line

Five for the third line

For an assignment

We had to write five poems

It wasn’t that hard

It is incorrect

To write out a bunch of them

To form a story

Just thought I’d say that

So my mom would understand

I learned my Haiku

Who’s the Boss??

No more pencils, No more books, no more Teacher’s dirty looks……

Cause You’re the Boss.

No more 4pm clock watch or 6am commutes,

Cause You’re the Boss.

No more faculty meetings or annual reviews….

Cause You’re the Boss…..

No more clueless parents or entitled kids…..

Cause You’re the Boss….

No more PTA Carnivals or silly fundraisers…..

Cause You’re the Boss…..

More time for you

More time to create

More time for peace

More time to dream

More time with us

More time to wander

More time to be whatever or wherever you want to be

Cause You’re the Boss!

Love,  Kelley

I also made her a "Retirement Suggestion Jar" stuffed full of ideas for when she gets bored, everyone got to add their ideas too.  I have tons of stuff in there, websites to visit like "Watch Paint Dry.com" and "99 most viral Videos" and "TED.com" Etc. Plus ideas of places to go, people to see etc.
 
It was a fun day! She had a great time and we were happy that Rachel could come too! We missed Dave but he was there in spirit.
 
Happy Retirement Mom!!

Poetic Destiny

"My hair, uncombed for days, blew free in the salty air. My face, dark with weather was creased with a smile, I was squinting westward into the swollen face of a blood-red sun which cast a simmering golden road upon the sea. From where I perched it seemed we were sailing on that road in a marvelous dream; and there I was, joyous, new-made, liberated from a prison I'd thought was my proper place!"

-From a favoite book of mine that I've forotten the name of but this is a passage that I've memorized. It has always touched me. Does anyone know the name of the book? It's about a girl, heading West across the Atlantic from England on a ship mid 1800's I think, she comes to terms with who she is on this voyage.

Put yourself here

As I emerged from the forest, the mist softened. Everything I saw blended trees to sky, sky to cabin. It was as if I were standing at the core of a pearl, looking out at the world through milky silver.

Instead

Instead of blue, I want to desire yellow
I want a strength in my union, not weak indifference
There is day, dusk and dawn, only night is always looming.
Rain, Stars, all magic lilting over the earth a
Magic I cannot grasp. Ever, oh Ever
Seeking my solace, peace, my guardian angel
Where is my metaphor, the soul to capture and
Protect mine and all I desire to give them, be that
There are so many questions of loss, fill this void
A chance gone, of why hast thou, be that newness
Endless need, comforting predictability, meaning
Never-ending time spinning back to me again
Is life simply searching for perfection? Not God's,
Instead; acception, sought apathy, satisfactiory rest.
Is it the sence of peace, knowing the day will be yours
Not a one owning your time, encompasing your sences
Insead I posess where I give the last drop of self
Instead It is all taken