Trees of Transition

Planting seeds of hope throughout our world through sharing photography and thoughts on teaching, cooking, and life transitions.


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Remembering Aunty Tricia

 

My husband with Aunty Tricia at her son’s wedding.

 

She gave us big hugs, smiled at us as we said, “See you at Christmastime!” and waved as we pulled away to make our flight. I can see her smiling and waving in the sunshine with our other family members. We didn’t know that was the last time we got to see Aunt Tricia in person; she passed away from cancer at the end of August. We are so thankful we got to see her when we went in June to my husband’s 20th high school class reunion! She got to snuggle our son, try to get him to fall asleep, hold him while his Aunty Lindsey made him laugh. Continue reading

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The Transition of Spring

A few weeks ago my sister and I, with our kids, explored a botanical garden in Illinois, and here are a few of the first flowers blooming there! The weather was nice and warm (I didn’t bring a sweater for myself), but then part way through our visit, the wind changed, and the temperature Continue reading


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When Do You Throw Away Old Journals?

You should only keep things that you want to enjoy and remember, right?  I learned this through a few years ago a family member paid me to read their old journals and pull out interesting tidbits about their life, then throw the journals away. I appreciated the money, but the emotional toll it took was not worth it. I read things I hadn’t wanted to read; some things should be written down and then THROWN AWAY! In light of that experience, it helped me to think about letting go of a bunch of old journals I had been keeping.

Well, for the past ten years with multiple moves, I kept lugging around these boxes of journals that I had written from age 13 to 23 while I was in junior high, high school, and college.  My husband encouraged me to scan the journals and then throw the hard copies away…when he first said that, I said, “No!” So I kept moving around those boxes a couple more years. We had space in the crawl space, so why not keep them…even though I didn’t want to read them…

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Being In the Sandwich Generation

I have a vibrant three month old son, and my Dad is 80 and living in a nursing home with declining health. I’m in the middle of these extremes; most of the time I’m happy about it, but today I have been sad. Continue reading


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What is Meaningful Enough to Spend a Small Inheritance On?

The Story of my inheritance from Grandma Jane goes like this:

My baby boy screeched from the bed because he had slumped over to one side, so I scooped him onto my lap. When him in my lap I wrote out the check and sealed the envelope with the form starting up a 529 College Savings fund for him. Most of the money came from a small inheritance I had received from my Mom after my Grandma Jane had passed away almost four years ago. Continue reading


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Inspiration from My Baby’s Confidence

The baby boy just latched on to get the milk for his lunch, eyes closed, mouth working, fish lips; he knows he will get food! Seeing his confidence inspires me — he knows that he will be taken care of; I can choose to believe that I will be taken care of too by my husband and, most importantly, by my Heavenly Father! Continue reading


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How Becoming Pregnant Helped Me Become a More Calm Teacher

Junior high students have a reputation of showing disrespect and being hard to handle, and many adults don’t want to work with them. I started working the junior high students accidentally in a way because my college professors thought I couldn’t handle high school students, so when they placed me for practicums and student teaching they put me with junior high students!

I had positive experiences with junior high students throughout my teacher training — I saw they are funny, awkward and need encouragement just like the rest of us. One student made me cupcakes when I finished student teaching!

Jump ahead to last year; after I started being the lead teacher, I learned how vicious and mean junior high students can be. It hurt to have them not like me at times and show it in their actions and words; those actions made me more anxious about work. I also wanted to do well at my job, so that I could come back the next year if possible.

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