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For my loyal followers, I must begin with apologies for the decrease in blog postings.  I have enjoyed life so much being “in the moment” that I haven’t had a second to spare to write about the various RAKs I’ve completed the past week.  We are knee-deep in birthday party season at my house which means I am swimming through a sea of crepe paper and balloons just to locate my laptop which is buried three levels below the surface of celebrations.

Celebrations.  Isn’t that how life should be?  Just one rolling river of celebrations.  Oh, how I would love for that to be my reality every day! I am definitely a party girl at heart.  I love the anticipation of seeing friends, old and new.  The palatable excitement and nervous energy leading up to the big event.  The planning.  The prepping.  The hustle and bustle of making sure everything is coming together right on time.  The event itself is the pinnacle of joy, cresting the mountain of bliss and sliding down with a smile.

I. Love. Celebrations!

Yesterday, I took my daughter’s sweet sixteen birthday invitations to the post office to make sure they didn’t exceed the maximum size and weight for a traditional one-stamp envelope.  (For those who know my daughter, yes, she made her own invitations in the same style as her KitKatKards business.) As I waited patiently in line, I distracted myself by thinking of all the activities we had planned to make her party the best one yet.  Like me, my daughter also loves to celebrate, so we were getting excited to see our random ideas and brainstorming sessions finally paving the way for laughter and life-long memory making.

“Next in line, please,” the postal worker called, jarring me from my pleasant reflections.  I approached the counter and explained my purpose: to weigh my envelopes and purchase however many stamps were needed.

“One stamp will be plenty,” he said with a friendly smile.  “How wonderful!” I replied.  He reached into his side drawer and before I could even request the type of stamp I wanted, he handed me this:

Celebrate Stamp

I looked up to see his smile stretched across his face, his delight reflecting mine. “This one work for you, miss?”  he asked with a slight hint of southern charm. “That’s perfect!” I replied, clasping my hands together with joy.  He nodded and finished the transaction while I added the stamps to the birthday invitations.  Within moments, my cards were whisked away to the “Mail Today” slot and I was back in my car, driving away.

Celebrate.  Why yes!  Celebrate!  What a wonderful way to end my day – with a reminder to celebrate the small joys in life.  Sure, the naysayers would reply, “Well, he was just doing his job,” but my inner Pollyanna likes to think that he chose that stamp just for me.  He saw the bright pink handwritten envelopes; he knew it was something festive I was mailing.  He knew.  He cared.  He wanted to make me smile.

Best of all… he did.  🙂

May your day be filled with small reminders that you are special.  You are loved.  You are worthy of celebration!

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Assessment.

What does that word mean to you? Obviously, the word assessment can invoke different reactions and emotions based on your own personal experiences.  Maybe you work in the educational sector and correlate that word to standardized testing. (Wait – aren’t we on summer break?!  Why would I bring that up now?!) Maybe the word assessment made you cringe as you related it to the value of your home or property (which, I’m assuming, was valued at a higher rate several years ago.)  I would be surprised if you smiled and jumped up with glee at the mention of that word.

Working with elementary aged students, we use the word assessment quite often.  We assess academic skills, social skills, knowledge, behavior.  Sometimes we do formal assessment, like a paper/pencil test. Other times we do informal assessment, jotting down notes we want to remember about what students are doing.  As professionals, we receive our own assessments from our principals or district leaders.  It seems like wherever we go, or whatever we do, someone is being assessed for something.

My dad knows all too well the meaning of assessment.  In order for him to advance in his line of work, he has to complete online assessments to earn various levels of certification.  While this may not seem like a big deal to some, let me clarify… IT. IS. A. BIG. DEAL.  I can barely lift his study manual with one hand, it’s so enormous.  Each of his assessments require a passing score and many assessments only allow you to have a limited number of attempts.  Run out of attempts and you have to start the process all over from the beginning. Is it a coincidence that assess rhymes with stress?

My dad reached the pinnacle of stress with this last round of assessments.  Missing the cut-off score by one question does nothing to boost the ego or the paycheck.  In fact, my fun-loving, always jovial dad started to disengage from the family when assessments would approach.  “Don’t try to call, because I might not answer.”  “I can’t go there, I need to study.”  Need to… STUDY? Are you kidding me?  How old are you anyway, Pappy?

Old enough to know that assessments matter.

Today I received the jubilant news that my dad, the guy who welcomed me into this world at the mere age of 19, had passed his final assessment to receive his certification in EPIC.  These are the things dreams are made of!  Celebrate good times, come on!  Let’s celebrate!

Without a moment’s hesitation, I went to the store and picked up a few items that I knew would make my dad smile, then I left them on his porch while he was at work.

Photo Jun 19, 1 03 05 PM

Yep, balloons and beer.  Welcome back to the real world, Pappy.  Welcome back.  We have missed you!  🙂

The next time you hear of someone reaching a milestone or completing a goal, take a moment from your day to share in the celebration.  You might be surprised how good it makes you feel, too!

 


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