Author: Kim Rowland

Seasons

As the parent of a baseball player, I can definitely say that there is a hopeful expectation that sets in right after Christmas and New Years have passed. When lots of people are feeling kind of sad and deflated after the excitement of the holidays, the parent of a baseball player is gearing up for the start of a brand new, and hopefully successful, season of plays, hits, and wins. ¬†It’s that time of year when the struggles of the prior season go out the window and the focus is solely on seeing the progress made since the last season ended. The exciting opportunity to see the improvements from time well spent in the batting cage week after week and the hours of baseballs thrown and fielded during the off months. All this repetitive practice to perfect the skills needed to hit every strike and make every play. When Holt played baseball, at the start of each new season, Dave and I always felt as if the best was yet to come. Knowing that throughout the off season Holt had grown taller and stronger, and with each season, the potential he possessed would be better developed. Some years I think we were even more excited than he was to see how he would match up against opposing pitchers or just to observe how much his skills had improved from...

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He Knows

Every school teacher dreads it. As soon as the red, white, and blue flag decorations come down and the Fourth of July commercials stop airing, we begin to sense it. The respite of summer vacation quickly coming to an end. Soon it will be time for kids to go back to school and teachers to go back to work! I know teachers don’t get much sympathy from the traditional working world of people who only get a few weeks off per year. Believe me, I don’t even get any sympathy from my husband! However, it does seem like summer vacation days fly by much faster than they used to. This summer has been a good one for me. I have spent a little time doing projects and a lot of time with my family. I have taken some time to relax and recuperate from my busy Spring. It’s been a time to de-stress and just think. Lately, I have been remembering all of the long summers I spent watching Holt play baseball. Back then it seemed like he played rec ball all through the summer right up to August. Running him from practice to games, sitting in the hot sun for hours just to watch and cheer on his team. So many hours that I wish we could go back and relive. Dave would come home from work and...

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Just a Few Answers I Can Give

I remember, over two years ago, I sat down to write my second blog post. My first blog post had been posted only a few days before, so I felt then that I needed to quickly clarify that although I write about stories from my life and our family, I am in no way calling myself a writer. I set out to clarify then and I restate it again now, “I am a math teacher.” In my line of work, after I get everybody quiet and focused, it is my sole purpose, as deemed by the State of Georgia and Valdosta State University, to teach children how to find answers. Despite the skill we are learning or the standard I am reviewing, I am constantly on the lookout for the right answer. I am not a writer; I am a math teacher. Answers. I guess you could say that I like them. Knowing I am at the end of a problem, and I have successfully followed all the necessary steps. It gives a feeling of accomplishment to know that all of my hard work resulted in a final solution. I did not set out to become a teacher. As a matter of fact, I absolutely hated math in school. When I was in college someone suggested that I become a teacher, I scoffed and thought, “Not me!” Lesson learned…don’t...

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Set Free

Late yesterday afternoon, I walked outside to empty my mop bucket and rinse out my mop. Of course, in the midst of doing so I got distracted and remembered something I had been noticing for the past few weeks in our backyard. We have a lot of woods right behind our house, and never having had a house with trees surrounding it, I like staring out my big kitchen window at the woods every morning as I drink my coffee. Over Christmas holidays, I noticed that a big oak tree limb had broken off from the top of a tall tree. The broken limb had begun its decent down to the ground when it got entangled in a mass of thick vines growing  both in and between the trees behind our house. For weeks, I had been telling Dave that he needed to get a ladder and cut that huge limb free so it would be out of my eyesight every morning. My husband, not taking my subtle or direct hints to get rid of that limb, continued not being bothered by the limb at all, so literally since Christmas holidays, I have watched daily as the slow effects of gravity forced the unsuspecting tree limb further and further toward the ground. By Monday morning, I could tell that the limb was almost touching the ground but the other...

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The Miracle of Hope

Talk about a tough holiday season. A week after Holt’s funeral it was Thanksgiving. Three weeks after that we braced ourselves for Christmas and New Year’s. It seemed like one hard blow after the other, and I have to admit that the timing felt so unfair. Dave and I thought that the best way to handle Christmas would be to get away from Blackshear and our traditional holiday plans with family. Nothing could stop the pain, but a change of scenery couldn’t hurt. Some kind friends loaned us their condo at the beach for the holidays and we traveled on Christmas Eve to get away. When we got to where we were staying, it was late afternoon and time for dinner. As we drove around trying to find an open restaurant, I was reminded yet again of how the holidays are a time for family. Most restaurants close early on Christmas Eve to give their employees the opportunity to be with their own loved ones, a right we all deserve on Christmas. We finally managed to find one Wendy’s restaurant not yet closed, so we hurried in to order. Dave, Hunter, and I were the only people sitting in the lonely dining room as the employees began cleaning up so they could close early. As we sat there, I held back the tears while I chewed my food. Having...

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