Tuesday, November 22, 2011

New Plan for December



Young children know how to get it right.  I realized on this holiday trip to New York why my boys love it so much.  Yes, they adore visiting their grandparents.  But I used to think the city was enchanting to them because we go to Chinatown on the subway, climb rocks in Central Park, and have big bowls of ice cream in beautiful places.

They reason they enjoy these visits is because we slow way down and suddenly we get to stay in our pajamas all morning and lounge about on the sofa with Grammy & Grampy.  First Born Prince has been playing lots of Lego and reading constantly.  Charming Baby brought an art kit and wrote a story.  Given the choice of how to spend an afternoon, they’ll choose playing cards at the kitchen table over a matinee on Broadway any day.

I would never have guessed that it would take a trip to Manhattan to remind me of the simple pleasures.  As I look at our December, I want to replicate the quiet, happy memories of the holidays from when I was a kid.  I remember getting very excited when "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" and "Charlie Brown's Christmas" were broadcast on ABC each year.  My brother and I would get to eat dinner on TV trays and suddenly the feeling in the air was magical.

I have no memories of my mom stressed out at the mall, cursing at people in parking lots, but I do remember her making at least a half-dozen different types of Christmas cookies and assembling beautiful tins full of delicious homemade goodies for family, friends and neighbors.  My favorites were the date nut pinwheel cookies.  The secret is freezing the rolls of dough before slicing.

We would spend hours decorating the house together with our Bing Crosby “White Christmas” album playing.  Everyone knew it was my job to put the angel on top of the tree and I didn’t even have to arm wrestle my brother for that.  He got to set up the nativity scene and spread the hay around v-e-r-y carefully.  My dad hung lights on the house while singing “Now, bring us some figgy pudding…”  There was no feeling of cramming a bunch of commercial activities into our schedule, but rather time to sleep in and enjoy the heavenly smells coming out of the kitchen.

There is an overwhelming assortment of activities back home waiting for us—holiday theatre, chamber music performances, Christmas parades, tree lighting ceremonies, parties, shopping events.  I have just decided that we’ll be opting out of most of it in favor of baking cookies and watching movies.  At home.  In our pajamas.  Just like it was 1978.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Thanksgiving Lesson


 
“We must get beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths... and tell the world the glories of our journey."
--John Hope Franklin, History Professor Emeritus at Duke University

The traditional six-grade overnight camp trip was cut this year from the public middle school curriculum in our district due to budget constraints.  The whole program just folded up and vanished.  I decided to see what we could do to independently fund and send our students to a privately run camp.  I still remember how much fun I had when I went in sixth grade—it is an amazing opportunity for kids to learn through hands-on experiences out in nature. Students build their self-confidence, leadership abilities, and a respect for our environment.

I started the process in my kick-ass-and-take-names sort of way which turns people either on or off.  I got permission from the Principal to allow us to take the 330 6th graders off campus for four days and then, with the help of two other volunteers, we researched our options.  We contacted the camps where the private middle and charter schools are sending their students.  Next step is to survey the parents to see who is willing to pay $275 to send their child, and more importantly, who is willing to help pay for other students to go.  We are facing numerous hurdles, and some days I get worn out and rude and say things like, “Pay to play, baby!”  I know, not cool.

We suggested to the principal that we have academic and citizenship requirements to qualify for going (knowing full well that would eliminate somewhere between $10,000 and $15,000 worth of fund raising we would have to do).  That was shot down.  Thankfully, my fellow volunteers pointed out:  1) The kids that need this the most are the ones who wouldn’t qualify; and 2)  Our kids already have so much, we are doing this for the ones who can’t afford it.

Then it hit me.  I am volunteering to keep the public school functioning in the ideal way, not turn it into a hybrid private institution.  I suddenly let go of all my anger about the free riders and people who don’t give.  I became thankful for the chance to work with caring, soulful people who are happy to give time so that we can keep the camp opportunity alive for all sixth graders—this year’s students, future classes, and hopefully, if we get the formula right, other public middle schools all over the city and state.