Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Are you who God created you to be?

It's funny how the pieces fit together.  Not in one day, one week, one month or even in one year at times.  Sometimes they seamlessly and clearly fit and others... well, I'm still left wondering at times.

Several weekends ago was one of those emotional roller coaster, up and down, scary curves kinda weekends.  And by Sunday afternoon, I knew I had to write.  I knew I had to put the thoughts in my head on the screen in front of me.  I knew I had to listen.

In the tiny little town that we call home, stands a very old and beautiful home.  It once belonged to a family in our county that now has things named after them.  Now, it's a sweet art gallery.  Over a year and half ago, this little gallery brought an art exhibit to town.  It was instantly popular because it was art made entirely out of Legos!  Visitors waited in line outside the doors to get a look at the Lego art... waited in line holding the hands of a small children.  I, of course, went holding my camera in hand.

Many of the pieces were life size, intricately detailed and absolutely entirely built out of Legos!  I mean, I've stepped on these in the middle of the night only to scream and promise to throw them all out in the trash the next day.  (Can anyone out there feel my pain?) But here I stood in this sweet little rural art gallery, looking at a traveling exhibit of ... Legos!  Now, don't get me wrong, these Lego builds were far better than my children had ever made - they definitely took amazing expertise. But in reality, they were still... Legos.

I snapped away, my children oohed and aahhed, and attendants tried to corral little ones all too excited to "play" with the Legos.  Yes, these were impressive pieces but what really impressed me was when I came to the info about the artist - THAT was impressive.  

Nathan Sawaya - The Brick Artist.  NYU Law School graduate and successful NYC lawyer with office residence in the Empire State Building!  Nathan Sawaya - building art out of Legos.  He let go of his successful law career to literally play with Legos people!  I knew when I heard his story, I had to write about.  

But your saying, Tracey, that was a couple of years ago - "Why are you just now writing about it?" It's funny how the pieces fit together...

I'm one of those folks that is always questioning - everything from parenting skills, to what to wear, to what restaurant I should choose, to career choice, to...  You get the idea.  In my head is a voice saying, "I'm I being who God created me to be?" and "What in the world was I created to be anyway?"  The struggle is real blogland!

This post is a first for me in a way, and maybe a last at this URL - I'm not sure yet.  In past posts, I have purposely tried to inspire, at times, but not preach - I have remained "secular" so-to-speak.  But the events of past have all fit together - fit together to say to me "This is who I've created you to be, TraceyCarol!"  (The name I always heard when I knew times were serious!)  "I've created you to be who are are, right here; right now, in this second, minute, hour; for this place and these people! Now BE it!"  

What is IT?  It's different everyday and multiple times a day - it's wife, it's mom, it's teacher, it's friend, it's a driver, it's a volunteer, it's a photographer, it's a librarian, it's...  That's just IT - God will use me as needed in the moment.  And I'm good with that!

I don't have to have Nathan Sawaya - The Brick Artist kind of purpose and fame.  I just have to have the willingness to inspire, cultivate, listen to, or maybe encourage the next Nathan Sawaya - The Brick Artist!  

I am TraceyCarol - I am who God created me to be and I am living in my castle!

I am venturing to a new blog - to chronicle the most important role of who I am created to be - a wife and mom.  The new blog is called #KUWTP.  It will be the musings, antics, boring life, funny life, and the stuff of what makes up the lives of the people I share a castle with - the Pattersons.  If you care to follow along with the digital version of our lives, you can find it here!  It and we are art works in progress - and that's okay!

Monday, September 29, 2014



Monday - after work meeting, ballet, football practice, and YoungLife

Tuesday - soccer practice A, football practice, orthodontist appointment, and soccer practice B

Wednesday - football practice and ballet

Thursday - football game and soccer practice

Friday - much awaited guests coming to visit, football practice, soccer game, late dinner out and transmission seems to be acting up on the Suburbabus

Saturday - golf tournament, LAX practice, soccer game, babysitting, necessary part is finally ready for the out of commission Lt. Dan (oldest-one-of-three's car), trip to tire shop to repair flat for the VW, and mini photo session of a local event

Sunday - church, soccer game, grocery stop

Monday - rinse, repeat

About a week or two ago, I was greeted with a push notification on one of the school's iPads - a push notification from the Dictionary App.  Word of the day - Higgledy-Piggledy!  Now, those that know me, know I'm a word junkie and this one struck me on a number of levels.  

1 - I loved the way it looked, so similar and friendly with it's curvy Gs sandwiched in the middle.  It looked plump and happy - comfortable.  

2 - I loved the way it sounded aloud - almost gigglely - somewhat Seussical married to a nursery rhyme.  In fact, when I spoke it, I heard myself chuckle.  I'm all about repetition of sounds and Higgledy-Piggledy hit the proverbial spot!  

3 - I loved the definition - whoa!  Wait a minute - I loved the definition?  Who in their right mind loves when things are in a state of confusion or are jumbled?  Who loves living in a disorderly manner?  Me!  

It hit me right then and there - my life is Higgledy-Piggledy!  What a plump, happy, comfortable, Seussical married to nursery rhyme way to describe my wonderful day to day life.  Because among the higgledy-piggledy day to day life I live, I have the privilege of hearing my little nutter butter read to me in the car as we drive to and fro; I get to watch my healthly and strong kiddos run up and down sports fields while I cheer them along; I get to see the beautiful progress of a child's smile who was once missing an entire tooth and I'm blessed to be able to provide this for her; I get to watch my older two kiddos assist their dad with car repairs and see how they are not only building car knowledge but also lasting memories of time with him.

Higgledy- Piggledy?  You bet!  I'll take it any day of the week!

Friday, June 13, 2014

Standard 5

This time of year I am especially reflective.  At different points this week, I have looked back at the last ten months and asked myself - Did I really make a difference?  Even though I have poured out my best and I'm running on empty, I still think I could have done more. I evaluate - I wonder - I reflect. 

I'm not alone.  In fact, I'm one of over 95,000 just in my home state.  Do we all take this time to look over our shoulders at the past days, weeks, months? Absolutely not.  But the good ones do.  The good ones do it on a daily basis.  The good ones look at what we do and ask the hard question - how can I do this better? How can I make a bigger impact?

Who are we?  We are group of individuals dedicated to trying to make a difference - a difference in the lives of people we may never meet again after our ten month sprint - our students.  We are teachers.

Good teachers take what others may see as ordinary, incorrigible, and even at times, unloveable and we encourage, model, and love. Good teachers look beyond the ordinary and truly believe that each student holds promise.  Do we believe it everyday?  No way.  But then we pause, we take a step back, we reflect, and then we believe again.  

So while most, most outsiders that is, think we are olly olly oxen free because summer break is on the horizon; think again.  We are taking a good hard look at we've accomplished and  also, facing  a head on collision with the goals we didn't. We are looking ahead to how we can make the next year better.  We live Standard 5.   

Standard 5: Teachers reflect on their practice.