In Honor of the Olympics – ML’s Medal


Recently, the Opening Ceremony for the Olympics in Sochi was viewed by millions.  Throughout the next few weeks, hundreds of athletes will win medals.  In my eyes, ML received a medal more important than an Olympic Gold.  Why did ML earn this medal?  For being respectful, helping others, and being excited about learning.  I akin it to her school’s version of a Nobel Peace Prize.  I know, a little over-the-top.

Even without the medal, I know ML is excited about learning and does her best to help others.  Her teachers from preschool to first grade say this every year.  She doesn’t need a medal for me to be proud.  At the same time, it’s nice to have it recognized in a special way.

ML’s modesty shows.  It wasn’t until we were cuddling for the night, she shared about receiving the medal at her school’s assembly.  I’m certain I would have bragged about it to my family as soon as I arrived home.  Probably taunted my brother on the bus ride home with “I got a medal, you didn’t!  I got a medal, you didn’t!  I got a medal, you didn’t!”

Sadly, her medal wasn’t with her. She took it off and put it with her jacket to play in the gym.  She thinks it was stolen because one child whose name wasn’t called in the assembly was wearing one.

It was late and she was almost asleep so I didn’t talk this potential theft through with her.  If it comes up again, we’ll talk about the book we read recently, Nancy Clancy, Super Sleuth by Jane O’Connor and illustrated by Robin Preiss Glasser.  A marble is stolen from a school exhibit.  Everyone is blaming each other.  The real thief feels very bad about what she did, but doesn’t know what to do to rectify it.

Then, I’ll remind her about the time she stole something when she was in preschool.  It will help put her disappointment in perspective.  The school’s giving ML a replacement medal.


ML’s Third Book Club


Friday, my friend told me I must be crazy to take a bunch of girls to Marbles on a Saturday.  She misunderstood; thinking I was supervising sixteen girls by myself.  I explained parents and a teen were helping out.  She’s seen me at my craziest so she was relieved to hear I hadn’t lost my mind.

At 12:30, our teen helper, ML and two other girls who rode with us arrived for the official Book Club Field Trip at Marbles Kids Museum. While Lillian watched the girls, I stood on the street waiting for parents to drop their daughters.  How did our parents coordinate all these things without cell phones and texting?

My reason for the field trip…  I wanted the girls to meet a real live illustrator.  Amy Richards, author and illustrator of the ABC’s of North Carolina is Artist in Residence for February.  Some of the girls met her.   A mob of preschool and elementary-school children surrounded her.  So we didn’t have a chance to have a conversation as a group with her.  I’ll try to set up a future book club where Amy can join us.

It was a zoo.  Each adult was assigned three children.  So it was less a book club meeting; more a book club play date.  No book discussion or book related activity.  Next month includes a discussion of Nancy Clancy Super Sleuth, a mystery activity and poetry.  No Marbles.  Today put things in perspective.  Sixteen girls running around our house and yard is no big deal.  Especially since the backyard is in the process of being fenced.  Next book club…sometime after the fence is finished.

I lied, there will be marbles at the meeting.  Marbles play a key part in the mystery solved in Nancy Clancy Super Sleuth.  Toy marbles and 16 girls I can easily handle with the  help of a teen or two.  Marbles Kids Museum even with a ratio of one adult to every three kids is exhausting.

An added bonus – we met UNC-TV’s Read-a-roo, Super Why, Princesss Presto and Betsy Kindergarten.  Afterwards, we learned about PBS Kids 2014 Writing Contest.  ML and friend discussed their story ideas on the way home.  Sounds like they are Rainbow Magic ghostwriters.  You can learn more about the contest at UNC-TV.

Please do not be discouraged from visiting Marble’s Kid Museum. It’s an amazing place.  A hint I learned from the staff… Saturday mornings are calmer.