All things beautiful and kind.

Were men and women meant to live in harmony together?
Somewhere, out beyond all ideas of right and wrong doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. Rumi

Why are men and women so different? Why do men love things that are dangerous and women love things that are sweet?

I live with three men. I grew up with three women. I can’t get over how different we are although sometimes we seem so similar.

Did God seriously divide the two of us at birth? Were we truly one being as the zen picture of the two swimming circles show?

My boys like adventure films, action, shooting, guns, trains, airplanes and playing sports to name a few.

My girlfriends and I like shopping, kindness, cupcakes, decorating them, dressing up, clothes, hair and nails.

How in the world are we supposed to live in peace if we are so strikingly different?

Field Trip to Garda Lake
Field Trip to Garda Lake

I’m having a hard time these days saying goodbye to my students. I’ve gotten numerous comments from my readers, family and friends who have told me they can see how close we have become. It happens every year, I can’t help it. I love my job. I love being able to watch the kids grow.

The truth of the matter is that they are the ones who make me grow.

One day, I took two of my students to the center of town shopping. They would hand me t~shirts to try on. I would hold up a shirt and get the teenage big eyed face lights up yes, or the opposite eye rolled absolute no.

all things beautiful โ™ฅโ€ข*ยจ*โ€ขโœฉโ™ฅ

One day, I brought my two boys with me on a theater trip to the town center together with my class. The Italian professor gave me huge compliments. My boys deserved them. They behaved so well, just smiled, had fun and were part of the group. I particularly remember watching the theater performance from the box in the balcony. I had gone up there with my two boys to rest because there was a red velvet couch.

Slowly but surely my students spotted me, and came to keep me company. In the end there were nine of us in the box and my boys on their laps. My boys sat forward with their arms crossed, chin on their arms watching the entire theater performance. It was magical.ย ยดยฏ`ยปยธยธ.ยทโ˜†

We have five more days together before we part ways. It this what it means to be a mom, wife and teacher?

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11 Comments

  1. Julie,

    I guess I was a differnt sort of guy. I loves sports and played ’em all. I wasn’t bad either; still a seven handicap golfer and I’m old.

    I recall my last football game. I tackled a boy and broke his arm and quit after that game. I just couldn’t see the point of it.

    My dad was a good hard-working man, but my mom was a bigger influence. As an adult my wife and daughter took over that role. My boy is a good kid and we play golf together, but he is pure testosterone and likes fast cars and flies helicopters.

    The great lady banjo player Alison Brown told me I had a feminine non-competitive side, and I’ve never been ashamed of that. I don’t see anything wrong with the world being a little more kind and gentle.

    Today is my official book release day. I hope you’ll drop by and check out my post.

    All the best,

    Dr. B

    1. Dr. B,

      Congratulations on the release of your first book. I’ve been following your story and it has been inspirational to me. Starting a blog, then being published is just excellent. Well done.

      The words you wrote above about being in touch with both sides of ourselves ring true in that we all have both a masculine and feminine side, I believe. I remember being quite a tom boy when I was a little girl.

      Thanks for your input.

      If you’d like to read more about Dr. B, click on his name to go to his blog or http://www.amazon.com/Mandolin-Case-Tom-Bibey/dp/0982725205/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1277192227&sr=1-1 for the book.

      Julie

  2. This is so true. I think I would go crazy without some female company. I am someone who is not into sports or very much into action movies unless it has a strong female lead. I prefer indulging in long chats over coffee. I love pretty flowers, chubby babies with dimpled knees, and movies that make me cry.

    My favorite tear jerkers are Life is Beautiful and Castaway. My eyes were swollen for a whole day. Even TV makes me cry. I just teared while watching Glee. You just gave me an idea for a new post…you’re so inspiring Julie!! thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Can’t wait to see the post on Glee. I’ve got a long list of friends who follow it, and I’ve caught some episodes here. Yes, I think music is inspirational in ways that words cannot be. I think the sounds of music go straight to our souls.

      In fact, I recently learned that Beethoven, being deaf, listened to his music by holding a fork in his mouth.

      Being sensitive in today’s world is a true gift. I wear my emotions on my sleeve all of the time. When I was little, my lip would shake if I was even slightly reprimanded. In school I would cry with the smallest scolding from a teacher.

      As an adult, I learned to mask my feelings and control them. In the end, as for now at least, I like a good cry now and again.

      Have a great day and keep up the excellent work on your blog.

      Julie

  3. Hi Julie,

    It sounds like your students love you as much as you love them. ๐Ÿ™‚

    I hear you with regard to the male/female thing. I’m not into sports, fishing, etc. Give me my girlfriends, a pot of fresh brewed coffee and we’re content to chat the day away. I guess it’s just a “girl thing”.

    1. Barbara,

      The queen of comments. If you haven’t visited Barbara’s site, please do now. She gets 50 comments immediately on all of her posts. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. http://www.bloggingwithoutablog.com/

      Yes, living with three boys has filled my life with unexpected sports gizmos. I’ll take a coffee, a cupcake and a chat happily, while the boys kick the ball, of course. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Julie

  4. Julie — It’s funny that you wrote about men and women as I came here from Barbara’s site and her post about gender.

    It must be nice to get so much pleasure out of your work. It sounds like you really enjoy the kids and they enjoy you. That must make teaching all the better.

    I don’t do guy things, but I will watch guy stuff on TV. I love many different sports, including cycling, car racing, snow skiing…etc. Oddly, I’m not so fond of American football, basketball or baseball…I guess it because I like things that go FAST…who knows:~)

    I hope you enjoy Italy. I’ve been to Rome and Florence. I liked Florence better than Rome. I really want to visit the countryside sometime. I’m better out in the country than in big cities.

    Good post and thanks for sharing a bit of life with me:~)

  5. Hi Sara,

    Nice to meet you and thank you for the visit and comment. I spent quite a bit of time visiting your blog yesterday. Well done!

    Your words and links are comforting. I like how your pictures and the participation aspect. What I mean is that if you visit Sara’s blog, she has come up with some good ideas on writing. For example, she has put up an intriguing picture of the beach and you can write a story about it.

    She also has links that will help you get through difficult times. I appreciated those. I love to read and perhaps read and write too much. We need to find a balance. Her site is an excellent resource so please do stop by and say hello to her.

    Julie

  6. Hey Julie, It’ll be an odd time for y’all, but old Doc B is gonna be on the radio, WNCW 88.7 tommorrow 6/26/2010 at 12:00 noon. Check out my blog post today.

    Dr. B

  7. I had my girls first then my boys and things are so very different. I appreciate both sexes and all the differences. It’s all that intrinsic stuff that makes us different.

    I hope you’ll keep blogging through the summer even though parting with your students is going to be difficult. Enjoy the break!

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