Wednesday, September 05, 2012


What I learned from PE.

By Melissa Newsome


From Kindergarten until I graduated high school, I had PE every year and I think it rounded my education experience.  As I have often told (preached to) my children, your education experience extends beyond the classroom.  I learned very valuable life lessons on the playground, lunchroom, bus and PE class.  If the goal of today’s education is to graduate students that have rote memory of facts, statistics and reading skills then, bravo, perhaps you are doing a good job.  However, I may be old fashion in my thinking that I expect graduate students to be well informed, in the process of maturing, be good citizens in their communities, resourceful, independent and learn how to cope with difficulties and triumph over victories.  My education system did not fail me.  I learned those lessons and most often, in PE class.

Early on, I learned how to be a team member.  We would break up into groups and compete and even at something as simple as Dodge Ball, I learned the camaraderie of a team.  When our team won, I tasted the sweetness of victory.  When we lost, I learned how to accept it graciously and to try harder next time.  In addition, on a similar but different note, back in my day the WINNING teams got the trophies –not every kid that played. 

I learned games and often times, those games made their way into my own playtime.  Learning new things in PE class encouraged me to get outside and play at home.  Sometimes we played the games exact to the T and other times, our variation of it was so watered down it barely resembled the original game but the point is, learning new things in PE class inspired me to want to try new things on my own.  I remember my first year in high school, much to my dismay, I was put into a badminton class because that’s all that fit into my schedule.  I hated it and yet I not only survived it but at picnics or outings, I would often find myself in a badminton game, to which I could hold my own.  It may not have been my first choice of things to do but I was up and active and not sitting at a picnic table stuffing my face with potato chips.

I was always the pipsqueak; short, skinny and not very athletic at all.  Yes, I was the girl that would scream, wince and hide her face when the ball came her way.  For that reason, when we had to divide into teams and the team “captain” picks their members, I was that little girl that was last or next to last to be chosen.  My only redeeming quality was I did have many friends so sometimes; I was chosen first, just out of friendship.  Yes, sometimes it was humiliating being the last one standing but I learned how to deal with disappointment and humiliation –just like in my adult life when I interviewed for a job I was certain I was going to get and I did not.  It was humiliating and disappointing --especially since I knew everyone on the search committee.  It is part of life.   Parents and Educators, stop trying to shield children from pain and difficult situations –allow them to learn from them and to deal with them.  I learned that in PE class.

It’s not always going to go your way.  In PE class, I learned the art of compromise.  My favorite year of PE in grade school was every Friday we were allowed to pick whatever activity we wanted by voting. Sometimes it would be corporate play and sometimes we would break off into several groups, depending on what the consensus was.  I did not always get to play the game I voted for –and watch this –just like in my adult life the candidate I vote for does not always win.  Whoa –a life lesson learned right the in the stinky gym/make-shift lunchroom.  I hated basketball the most because well, I never could make a basket and I also hated having to climb that stupid rope.  I would not get very far and I would usually get rope burns on the way down.  I still did it.  I wasn’t very good at it but I participated.  Just as some kids were not very good at the spelling bees or the math quizzes –I could rock those out.  Perhaps somewhere someone is writing a blog about how stupid spelling bees made him or her feel.  Its okay, basketball and rope climbing made me feel pretty stupid, weak and inept.  I am not.  I am not stupid, weak, or inept –I just learned to find my strengths and focus on those and I learned to try harder at my weaknesses.  I learned that in PE class.

Today’s education systems are budget driven and often times, that is much to the demise of education and children.  I am a huge advocate of music, art and PE.  I am a huge advocate of them because –they teach our children valuable lessons.  I recently read the Hunger Games trilogy and I was tickled at the thought of actually knowing what it feels like to use a bow and arrow, and in the storyline, I could appreciate the skill of the protagonist, Katniss.  Right there on the grounds of good ol’ Wheeling High School, as part of my PE curriculum, I learned to shoot a bow and arrow.  And because of my education at good ol’ Wheeling High School, I can also use the word “protagonist” because my education went hand-in-hand; what I learned in Language Arts and PE somehow melded into one educational experience.

The irony is that though sometimes in PE class I felt stupid, weak or inept, those feelings empowered me to the contrary.  My fear is with the cuts made to these essential programs; music, art and PE, we literally are going to turn out into society graduates that are stupid, weak and inept.

I tip my hat to you, District 214.  My education has served me well.

And to District 214’s PE educators that always encouraged this little pipsqueak to try harder and continue on, thank you.  My PE classes served me well, also.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Zach Update

Surgery went well though it was a long day.  When we arrived to the surgical unit we were told they were running about 2 hours behind.  I mostly felt sorry for Zach since he wasn't able to eat anything.  I had packed a bag fit for a weekend away for a family of 5!  I had snacks, books, my Bible, journal, gum, blanket, phone charger (so I could run down the battery playing Angry Birds). . . . .

Zach is fine and you can't even tell he had surgery.  His eye just looks like he has pink eye or allergies or the like.  He was initially in a lot of pain but Percocet to the rescue, he's feeling better now.  He's mostly been sleeping since we got home last night.

He's experiencing double vision in his eye which the doctor said was normal and should subside within 24 hours.  Pre-surgery his vision was 20/20 and post surgery its now 20/25 and that may or may not go back to 20/20 but like the doctor said, a lot of people's vision is worse than that and they never even had surgery.

I'm home from work today as they wanted Zach under adult supervision for 24 hours post surgery.  I'm not gonna lie --I"m not hating this, mothering my boy again; cooking, administering meds, comforting, feeling needed . . . Tonight I'm making a meal fit for a Prince.

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Thank you for your thoughts, prayers and concern.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Surgery Schduled

Surgery for Zach is schedule for tomorrow, July 25, 10:30am.

Thanks for your concern, prayers and support.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Zach's Surgery

Feel free to skim and get the Cliff Notes version --I will give more details than are necessary but I have a few people I know will ask so I'm just going to lay it all out there.

Zach is fine.  The x-rays confirmed what I always suspected --Zach is a bone head.  *ahem*  But in all seriousness . . . .

A week ago while playing basketball Zach got elbowed in the eye.  He was in a lot of pain and kind of disoriented so the coach called Jerry and told him what happened and recommended Zach get checked out by a doctor.  Some friends drove Zach home and then Jerry took him to the ER.  At the time, Amanda and I were off at the movie theater seeing Dancing in the Rain on the big screen (it was fabulous) so of course being the polite movie-goers we are, our phones were turned off so Jerry was not able to reach me.

When Amanda and I got home my motherly instinct kicked in and I immediately knew something was wrong.  I could just tell the way the house was left that the guys left in a hurry.  I called Jerry and when he told me he was in the ER with Zach my first reaction was, "I"m so excited my motherly instincts were right!"  I mean, I was sort of gloating until I realize --uh, my son is in the ER.  They were just about to finish up and Jerry assured me Zach was okay; he just had a mild concussion.  I waited for them to get home and as soon as I saw my boy all in one piece and okay, I went to bed. 

The next day we all resumed normal activities, including Zach.  Later that night I was in my jammies and all ready for bed.  Jerry was also getting ready for bed as Zach was coming in from work.  A short while later Zach was in the bathroom and as soon as I snuggled myself into bed, I heard Zach yell, "DAD!"  Before Jerry and I could even react Zach walked into our room and said, "All I did was blow my nose."  Zach's eye and half of his right side were complete swollen.  It was as if someone blew him up like a balloon --and just a few moments earlier he was completely fine.  I jumped out of bed and grabbed my clothes as I knew we needed to get him back to the ER.  Jerry and I scrambled around to get dressed then off to the ER we went.

Okay so long story short(er), they originally did a CAT scan of his entire head but this ER trip, the doctor wanted to get a closer look at the eye area so that's what they did and it did show the fractures.  We were sent home with a referral to a facial surgeon the following Monday and orders for Zach to keep it low; no jumping, running, swimming, basketball, etc.

The next Monday, meeting with the surgeon we learned Zach's orbital floor was fractured.  There's also another possible fracture to the eye-socket bone but that's not real clear in the CAT scan.  Additionally, there is some nerve damage that is causing numbness around his eye.  The orbital floor (a thin bone between the eye and sinus) will not heal nor will Zach's condition get better without surgery.  He has double vision in that eye when he looks down and also, his eye is set 20% further back because its no longer being supported.  It is not really noticeable when you look at Zach but when the doctor pointed it out to me, I could tell the difference in his right and left eyes.  Also, since his eye sets farther back it causes his eye lid to set down lower.  Again, not really noticeable unless you're specifically looking for it however; if he does not have the surgery it could continue to set back even further.

The good news is, Zach's vision has not been injured/damaged at all.  Actually the eye itself has not been injured at all.  In addition to the surgeon, Zach also saw an ophthalmologist today who was in agreement that Zach needed to have the surgery done but he was also very encouraged that Zach eye/vision had not been damaged.  He said the orbit, bone structure, etc did exactly what is was supposed to do; protect the eye.  The surgery will correct the temporary double vision Zach is experiencing.  The ophthalmologist will see Zach again after surgery.

As far as pain, Zach gets frequent headaches, has weird sensations in his face (were the nerve damage is) and occasionally he said it feels like someone is sticking a pin in his eye.  Overall, the pain is very manageable.  The difficult part for Zach has been KEEPING STILL --and no basketball!

The surgeon will go in and insert a metal plate replacing the broken orbital floor.  The doctor could not see the extent of the second fracture on the CAT scan so once he gets in there and see everything, he might also need to put an additional screw in Zach's skull bone to support the fracture.  The metal plate is permanent and will also be screwed onto Zach skull bone.  We saw a skull model with one on it --it was both really cool and really creepy.  Everything should be back to normal immediately after surgery except for the nerve damage; that may be permanent. There's nothing they can really do to repair it and the doctor said it may or may not restore on its own.

Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday.  It will be out-patient but he will undergo general anesthesia.  Jerry is currently in Georgia for his annual summer visit.  Zach told him he didn't need to come back for surgery so it looks as though Jerry won't be home until next weekend.  I am having a slight pity-party for myself at the thought of sitting all alone in that surgery waiting room for Zach.  Jerry told me if I wanted him home he'd come but he doesn't get to see his family very often so I hate to ask him to cut his visit short.

Below is Zach's x-ray.  The view is as if Zach was laying on his back and you were standing at his feet looking up.  The triangle at the top is his nose.  The black holes on either side of that are his eye sockets --notice how the right side is nice and round and in tact and the left side is smashed in.  Also notice on that side, the swelling where his face is protruding next to his nose.   All of that swelling has now subsided and like I said, you can barely tell just by looking at Zach that anything is wrong.

So that's the story.  I'm allowed to have my phone on will in the waiting area so feel free to text/call if you'd like.  I'm sure I'll be bored and would love the distraction (from the worry).  We'll be at the hospital most of the day.



Sunday, April 17, 2011

Palm Sunday - Newsome Style

When we lived in Hawaii Amanda started school. While in Kindergarten, which was full-day in Hawaii, Amanda went on her first field trip to the Honolulu Zoo. Field trip day is always exciting for the kids and Amanda was giddy with excitement as well.


After school that day the children were all sitting at the table enjoying a snack so I asked Amanda about her day, "So, your very first field trip! What an exciting day. What was your favorite part of the zoo?" Fully expecting a response of something like the apes or giraffes or bears, I was surprised when Amanda paused for a moment and then said, "I liked the Savannah the best."

Now Monica was sitting there taking all of this in and she wasn't too happy with any of it. Not only was Amanda getting all of the attention but her older sister got to go someplace exciting and fun. Monica was feeling a bit left out and perhaps jealous too.

Completely taken by Amanda's response I said, "Savannah? Oh Amanda that is a big word. I'm very impressed you know what the Savannah is." And now Monica, having had enough with this nonsense and never being one to be outdone by her sister, finally spoke up. In a very matter-of-fact manner, with words that held the confidence of wise scholar, Monica said, "Savannah is not a big word. I know what Savannah means."

I was pretty sure Monica was bluffing and trying to steal her sister's thunder so I challenged her, "You do? You know what the Savannah is?"

Very confidently, Monica replied, in her 4 year old little voice, "Yes! When Jesus rode into the town on the donkey the people waved branches and yelled, 'Savannah! Savannah!"

Matthew 21:9

The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,

Hosanna to the Son of David!”

“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”

Hosanna in the highest heaven!”


From Monica and the entire Newsome family -- Savannah! Hosanna! Have blessed Easter Season.!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

48 Thoughts for 48 Years

  1. Lying never pays off. Ever.
  2. Pets are good to have –anything that lives in a tank, bowl or aquarium is not a pet.
  3. Everyone should read books –and a lot of them.
  4. TV sucks life away.
  5. Uncontrolled tempers are poison to any relationship.
  6. Water should always be your beverage of choice – other beverages are “treats”.
  7. Letting your children go is far more painful than birthing them.
  8. Sometimes you just have to be politically incorrect. Merry Christmas.
  9. Monkey bars were the most boring piece of playground equipment.
  10. Negative people breed negative people.
  11. Never aspire to be your child’s best friend.
  12. The more you push yourself towards your fears, the less you will be afraid.
  13. Manners never go out of style.
  14. People that don’t want to be rescued cannot be rescued.
  15. True friends are hard to find.
  16. Your Bible can never be read too much.
  17. Love is an action.
  18. There’s no such thing as getting the laundry done.
  19. Every single day we miss all the glory of God’s creation around us. It does the soul good to take pause and stare at a flower, bug, cloud, tree, etc.
  20. Marriage is hard work – I don’t care how much you love each other, love is not enough to make a marriage “work”.
  21. Eating God’s natural foods is always better for you.
  22. You have to hurt before you can heal.
  23. A kitchen and bathroom can never be cleaned too often.
  24. A woman submitting to her husband is one of the most misunderstood characteristics of a godly woman.
  25. Gossip is destructive, selfish, mean and most of the time, completely exaggerated.
  26. There is such a thing as “good chocolate” but there is no such thing as “bad chocolate”.
  27. Spanking does not produce violent children.
  28. Sometimes nothing gets your point across better than a good old fashioned 4-letter word, damn it!
  29. Time-outs are stupid and useless to the child however; it does cause the parent to rethink and regroup.
  30. I am afraid of people that believe there is no God – they have no ultimate accountability or moral compass.
  31. I don’t condone fighting and violence but let’s face it, a good playground brawl can sometimes solve problems quicker and easier than a peer mediator, counselor, Principal and two sets of parents using up ½ day vacation to be at school for a meeting.
  32. It is true you get what you pay for however; a smart shopper can get more than they paid for and a mindless shopper will often get less than they paid for.
  33. A bride is always radiant.
  34. As a whole, Christians are the most judgmental people I have ever known.
  35. Americans have way too much stuff; I long to rid my life of stuff.
  36. Helicopter parents need to be shot out of the sky with a bazooka.
  37. Modesty is completely lost in our society.
  38. Music is touches the soul.
  39. There is way too much hype surrounding most holidays.
  40. Power is a dangerous thing.
  41. High school kids should not date.
  42. Every American should try to visit Washington DC at least once.
  43. The birth of a child squelches the notion of evolution.
  44. There’s magic in the early morning hours; dew, birds chirping, sun rising . . .
  45. Everyone should leave their country at least once in their lifetime.
  46. Sincerity is often lost in popularity.
  47. Perfectly manicured unused lawns are a waste of land.
  48. Our country is in trouble.

Monday, March 07, 2011

The Simplicity of a Boy

My children were fortunate to have met three of their great-grandmothers, though they only really remember one; my paternal grandmother that we affectionately called, Meme.

Meme was the only grandmother I really knew myself, as my maternal grandmother lived much of her life in Puerto Rico and also, she didn't speak English. I only remember a few occasions of even seeing her and even then, communication was limited by our language barrier. But Meme I grew up with and was very close to and thus, my children not only personally knew her too but grew up hearing my stories about her.

And both as an extension of my own love for Meme and the relationship they themselves have formed with her, my children were very fond of their great-grandmother, Meme. They didn't know her like the young vibrant feisty woman I knew her to be, but they knew her and loved her and she was their Meme, too.

In 2008 when Meme died, our entire family traveled to a sleepy little town in Missouri, East Prairie, where Meme was from and would be laid to rest. Though a sad occasion, it was a good trip. My children had never been to East Prairie before and so they got to see first hand their mother's family roots. My grandparents, father and aunt along with a host of other ancestors left their footprints in every nook and cranny of that town, a town my own great-grandfather had been a founder to.

After Meme's funeral service, the entire family went to the cemetery for the burial service. There at her grave site the funeral home had already arranged all of the flowers which included a beautiful pink spray from her 13 great-grandchildren and in the spray, 13 roses representing each of them. After the short grave side service, the casket was still under the green tent and the family members were assembling around, lingering a little bit saying final good-byes.

The great-grandchildren all decided they wanted to keep their rose from the spray of flowers and so, they each were picking flowers, some of which I imagined would be hung to dry or pressed into a book as a keepsake.

After everyone had collected their keepsake flower and said their final good-byes, they were making their way back to their cars and getting ready to head back to the church where they were serving the family a meal.

Everyone except Zach.

Very calmly and quietly, Zachary walked over to Meme's casket. He took his pink rose and gingerly laid it upon that casket. He paused for a moment, and then gently patted the casket and then very simply and quietly, he walked back to the crowd of people.

And that is the simplicity of a boy that without one uttered word, spoke volumes.