Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

What is Your Dharma?


I Was Born to Be a Teacher!


At the end of the school year, and while everyone is doing the countdown to summer, I'm a bit sad. Do you know why? I'm a teacher, and
I LOVE IT!
I mean, what could be better than 
hanging out with kids all day?
(the grown-ups are okay, too, I guess . . . LOL!)
Good thing I teach summer school!

Honestly, I feel super lucky and blessed to have a job I love, and to tell the truth, teaching actually found me

Here's the super no-coincidence story:

Once upon a time in my twenties after college, I was in my room late at night reading a college course catalog (yes, I was working at a department store in the mall with a 4-year degree, living at home with my parents . . . and that's okay . . . I just didn't have a direction, or a focus, and I wasn't sure what to do with my life, hence the college course catalog). I turned a page open and vwah-lah (is that how you spell it?), out popped a section in the catalog for a teaching license program for English (which was my degree in college).

I was like WHOA! COOL! I could be a teacher! and looked farther down the page. I needed two letters of reference from college professors, a copy of my college transcript, an essay explaining my interest in the program, and a completed application form. Not a problem, really . . . but then I looked at the deadline: 
it was 
due the
very next day at 5:00 p.m.
I didn't know it until later, but this was one of the very first times I felt the Universe leveraging itself for me. I knew I was going to be a teacher after I saw this program, and I knew I was going to meet the deadline.  

I stayed up all might long writing my essay and filling out the application, and right away in the morning, I called two of my favorite professors the and asked for references THE VERY SAME DAY. They agreed! (of course) . . . 

That very afternoon (fewer than 24 hours since I had read about the program), I headed down to the University of Minnesota with my application; I picked up the references from my two professors; I went to the transcript office and got an authorized copy of my college grades; AND, I hand-delivered my entire application at (you guessed it!) around 4:55 p.m.

I made the deadline!

Anyway, that is the story of the beginning of my love affair with teaching. I feel so blessed to be a teacher and to have a job that I absolutely adore. Deepak Chopra, in his Seven Laws of Spiritual Success describes The Law of Dharma in this way:

"Everyone has a purpose in life . . . a unique gift or special talent to give to others. And when we blend this unique talent with service to others, we experience the ecstasy and exultation of our own spirit, which is the ultimate goal of all goals."

Do you know people who absolutely love their jobs? They may be working and connecting with their dharma, a Sanskrit word that means "purpose in life."


What if, since you were born, you were encouraged to find your spirit, express your unique gifts in the world, and use those very same talents to serve others with your PURPOSE? What if someone told you that you were born with unique gifts that only YOU can express in this world . . . and that if you give with an attitude of service, you will be abundant, and you will never experience want. That's what happens when our calling (job) is in alignment with our spirit; that's why people leave corporate America (and the big bucks!) to find something more meaning-FULL!


Sometimes, I hear folks complain about their employment (btw, I don't mean those who are irked once in a while . . . I am talking about people who chronically complain about their miserable existence at work), and I wonder usually one of two things:
  • Why aren't they doing something they absolutely love that gives them energy?
  • or, Why don't they change their attitude, try to appreciate their job and stop feeding the cycle of yuckiness that probably creates their misery in the first place? I mean, just cuz' we don't love something doesn't mean we have to be uncomfortable, right? We bring our attitude to absolutely everything we experience.

Anyway, as  I write this, I know that loads of folks have to work to support their families--me, too! I would rather do something I love to support my family . . . that actually doesn't feel like work . . . and teaching is like that to me.


I know this might sound all spiritual hippie-dippie, but my experience is that when I focus on MAKING MONEY, I am pretty lost. When I focus on serving others, I feel much better, and the Universe sustains me beyond my wildest dreams. 

My students get how much I love my job (I show them and tell them everyday), and they also know that I get that my job is much much bigger than teaching 8th grade English in a middle school. To be honest, I've known for a long time that my dharma is bigger than teaching English . . . for example, being a role model for kids; being present for them in other ways (like, if adults aren't around for them, emotionally, physically, or psychologically); watching over them, socially, at school; and helping them learn how to be students; also, sometimes, just listening and checking in daily and throughout the week when I see them.

AnD (here it comes . . .), my caLL has gotten bigger, starting last year.

BACKSTORY: In all honesty, I have been a bit checked out at work in the past years while I was in transition with my family and my LIFE. A couple of years ago, I was coming out of the fog in so many ways, and I had the opportunity of having a student teacher--so, I had some time and space outside of my classroom.  During the same time, I began working with Mastin, and I became interested in blogging. It reminded me of journaling, actually, an activity I've done all my life.

When away for a weekend at my best friend's cabin, he showed me how Blogger works--and I wrote my first blog in about 30 minutes. It's like I was totally ready to write and put myself out there, and the right teacher appeared at the perfect moment. It was so easy and natural! Later, we came up with the name of my blog: funfreeMe, and showed me how and where to set up an LLC. Anyway, since then, I've had a tickling of something greater. MUCH GREATER. 


I didn't feel ready for IT (whatever it was), and Mastin told me that I can start anyway--that IT would unfold as a result of my starting the process. He also reminded me that we are never really ready, anyway, so I might as well just take a leap of faith and trust that the Uni-verse will lead and support me . . . I do know that whatever IT is, it has to be in synch with my dharma (purpose in life), aligned with my spirit, and of service for the benefit of others--- as Deepak Chopra writes.

After I 'fessed up that being nudged toward something different from traditional teaching has left me a bit apprehensive--not only 'cuz I'm not sure what IT is, but also because knowing WHAT THE DEAL IS, is always comforting. . . no surprises, right? That's how I've lived: safe, predictable, knowing the outcome.

Stepping into something different is kind of freaky, since many of us have gotten the message along the way that CHANGE IS SCARY. (Also, I'm 48 so that's freaky, too . . . ). On the other hand, why would life present us (you know, as in present, like a gift?) with opportunities if we weren't supposed to at least pay attention?

So--here's what might be trying to get my attention--btw, I'm not going to quit my amazing and fabulous teaching job; I just want to make sure I'm listening to the whisperings of the Uni-verse in case there is more to my dharma:
  • creating a business around the content of my blog
  • writing a book or an e-book
  • becoming a spiritual consultant
  • studying to become a kundalini yoga teacher--for kids!
  • creating & spiritual curriculum and/or teaching coursework about creative, empowered living
Weird, even writing these ideas down and sharing them is kind of SPOOKY! -- but part of me sharing what has been tapping me on the shoulder for the past year or so makes me accountable.

Has anything been TAP, TAP, TAP, TAPPING on your shoulder lately? Share your experience by leaving us your story in the comments!
Blessings,
Dana

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Brothers and Sisters . . . Oh, My!

       
Brother and Sister
06.24.17.

Lulu has arrived--and she has been here for just one week. Teddy kind of likes her, but is a bit annoyed, in general . . . and I don't blame him.

He's been TOP DOG for over 2 years! Daddy's best (beast) friend, a super-great armpit sleeper! And a ball boy extraordinaire.

I think he's secretly happy she's here, even though she's a bit of a pain.

I wonder if that's how my brother felt about me.

I didn't really get my brother or connect with him until we were in college. We went to the same university--the U of MN--and he was a Lodger and I was a DG. We started school the same time even though he was a year older, because he went to Amsterdam for "grade 13" after he was heartbroken because he couldn't go to Carleton College. My parents couldn't afford it, and they made too much money for him to get scholarship money. But that's another story.

My point is, we don't really appreciate what is right in front of us, because we aren't present. We are planning the future, regretting the past, or hating on all the $#!t that we don't appreciate about life in general. We are generally numb, I believe, and I'm not excusing myself from it, either. 

I hope my kids, Max and Chloe, love each other as much as my brother and me did. They really don't even want to be in the same house right now, sadly.

They are really different from each other, and they don't see that as a cool thing. 

My brother and I were really different, too.

I didn't even get how much he meant to me, until my brother, Chris, died. How freakin' obvious is that? (You don't realize what you've got until it's gone . . .)

Sometimes, I feel like he dies every damn day like a throat-closing, choke, cry feeling. 

He was my best friend.

I hope Lulu and Ted are best friends. I think it's meant to be. ;)

Saturday, November 28, 2015

iT's beTTer to gIvE thAn reCeiVe . . . !

By: Chloe
11.28.15.
Hello You! 

A few years back my daughter wanted to post this special message for the Thanksgiving holiday season, so here goes! Here's what she had 2 say!: 
                                           
Hey tIckeTy tock cLoCks!

So, as you know, Christmas is coming up... well, you know a great thing I have learned? --a great lesson... it's better to give than receive!
Soooo don't expect someone to give you a gift, 'cause you know what? 
Even if you don't have money, who cares? 
At least you're alive, and you have Jesus and God, and family!
Oh!! And especially LUV!!!!!! 

Luv yalls, peeps!
CHLOE : )

Thursday, October 29, 2015

hApPy bIrThdAy, mAx!

hApPy bIrThdaY, bEaUtifUL bOy!
cHeCK ouT this AwkwaRd and aMazinG viDeo
10.29.15.
hEy pEEps!
I am so psYchEd to say that today is the BirtHdAY of my amazing son, Max! I am so glad to be his super proud mOmMa!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy, MAX!
(click below for super awesome animated birthday song)
Well, Max is 15 now . . .  almost can drive! Yikes and super yikes! I remember carrying him in my tummy (not easy . . . I was not one of those beautiful, glowing pregnant women . . . more of a crabby, uncomfortable hAg!!@#!$%!#$^ . . . but it was TOTES worth it! and more!), and I'll never foRgeT the dAy he bLessEd tHis worLd with his INCREDIBLE-NESS!

So, today I'm gonna blog 15 (get it? 15 years old? . . . thanks for the idea, mImI) things I absolutely lOvE abOut mAx!
eW! JiMMy FallON!
  1. gIvIng hIm a BatH in The kiTchEn sinK as a bAby . . .
  2. pLayIng pOts and pAns in tHe kitChen wHen he Was 3!
  3. gLuing a PicTuRe of hIm on the froNt of a ChOO-cHoo so he could bE a train in his Thomas the Tank Engine traIn seT--we named him "Choo-chOO mAx"
  4. wantinG to be spinach for HaLLowEEn whEn he was 3!
  5. lauGhinG mUch and Often and haVinG aN aMaZing sense of hUmor! (see above Jimmy FalloN video he showed me this weekend! OMG!)
  6. loviNg and beIng smart about teChnoLogy!
  7. hIs onGoinG Love afFair wiTh BaCoN
  8. hIs kInd love and pAtiEnce with hIs sisTer, ChLoe.
  9. beinG wiLLing to TELL HIS TRUTH and share his feElings with his SuPer-dOrky midDle-aged mOmma! aka ME!
  10. pOsEssIng a fOrgIving spirit
  11. haVinG a cOoL haiRstYle!
  12. bEinG one Of mY gReatEsT and mOst-aMazing teAchers!
  13. he sMeLLs good!
  14. hE reminds me of my irreVerEnt and HILARIOUS dad!
  15. He is a conTorTionist!
Max, honey, what can I say? I'm so bleSsEd to me youR mOm!
I love you to the mOoN and bAcK! (and mOrE!!)

mOmmA-sIta

Sunday, October 18, 2015

wE R sOsO gR8-fuLL . . .!

mY bRavE gIrL!
(with favorite blankie . . .)
10.17.15.
Hey yoU aLL!

My baby girl, Chloe, is so so so so so so so tired. We are in the hospital after a 911 call this morning. She was picked up by an ambulance after waking up feeling pretty darn yucky. Chloe has diabetes, which means her body does not process sugar . . . so, every time she eats anything with carbohydrates, she needs insulin because her body doesn't produce it in her pancreas.
THIS WEEKEND WAS SCARY.
Chloe is in the
EMERGENCY ROOM
after she was throwing up. Her blood sugar was running really high, and she went in to what is called "DK" or diabetic ketoacidosis--which basically means that her body wasn't getting the insulin it needs. As a result, she got dehydrated, headachy, and listless.

Chloe is so brave and smart because of her disease, AND it's really hard sometimes. She's tired, and when her blood sugar is HIGH she get a tummy ache and headache, and when it's LOW she feels faint--like she is going to pass out, and she also gets sleepy.

I have learned so much about being present from Chloe. Like, for example, I really didn't want to do my blog today, 'cuz I want to take care of her. If she weren't asleep, I was just going to tell all of you that I couldn't blog today.

The nurses and doctors at the hospital were so amazing, and I just wanted to say how lucky and grateful I am that we have amazing healthcare coverage so my family gets taken care of when we are sick, and so we can also get regular preventative care so we all can maintain being healthy. 

I really can't imagine what we would do without Chloe's team of specialists--so thank you Children's Hospital of Saint Paul--for your amazing staff! 


YOU ROCK!
While she was at the hospital, Chloe did crafts, got visits from 2 doggies (yeah!), watched a movie, listened to meditation music, and even got a massage!

Anyway, Chloe just woke up, and she is starting to feel better. She wants me to tell you:"Yo--Chloe's in the House!" 

I know that the best gift I can give to the people in my life is BEING PRESENT. Which means--I pay attention to what is RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AS IF THAT IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IN MY LIFE!

What do you think about that? How do you maintain PRESENCE in your life? Let me know in the comments . . . 
So much love!
;0) Dana

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

My Mother's Day Gifts!


Dear Peeps;

Thought I'd share with you what I got from my daughter Chloe for Mother's Day (see above). It's called a Wordle, and my daughter made it in the shape of a shoe (we both LOVE shoes!) with words inside that she used to describe me. I was so surprised!

Here are the words she used for ME, her super lucky Momma!--
  • Mom
  • fun
  • helpful
  • amazing
  • lovable
  • daring
  • leader
  • beautiful
  • Irish
  • spiritual
  • pretty
  • exciting
  • weird
  • silly
  • crazy
  • awesome
  • caring
  • special
  • nice
  • funny 
  • brave
  • loving 
  • creative





I'm gonna check out this list on the days when I feel like a crappy Mom--and remind myself that my daughter thinks I'm all of these awesome things (on a good day . . . ), and that my best is pretty darn good (even on a bad day . . .). 



My son, Max, made me this card. It says:
Happy Mother's Day!
From: Max
Dear Mom,
I luv you all of the time, (except when you're being a *hoverbot.)
I heart you!                                                                                   --Max

*hoverbot is our code word for when Max feels like I am "hovering" or micromanaging him too much--like a helicopter parent! It's been a great tool for me to know when to back off a bit.
p.s. Max told me that he secretly still loves me even when I am a hoverbot.

What gifts! I'm so grateful . . . Thanks, Chloe & Max!

Love you to the moon and back . . . ;0)
Mom