Love is infinite
Emily Edelenbos
264
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.
My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.
Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.
However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Love is infinite. DRAFT for digital story
Love is infinite
Emily Edelenbos
264
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.
My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.
Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.
However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches. I now understand the reason why it’s called “unconditional love”.
Emily Edelenbos
264
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.
My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.
Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.
However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches. I now understand the reason why it’s called “unconditional love”.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Love is infinite. (256)
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer in the front yard.
My mother doesn't cope well with stress, so when she realized he was no where in the house or yard, she instantly started freaking out. We went outside and did the routine calls.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes of this unsuccessful method, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching almost the whole neighborhood unsuccessfully, we finally went to the neighborhood elementary school, where older kids (13 or so) skateboard. Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
When we found him, I said "Oh, you're busted." I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset. But, I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time, being very young, I now know that unconditional love got that name for a reason.
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer in the front yard.
My mother doesn't cope well with stress, so when she realized he was no where in the house or yard, she instantly started freaking out. We went outside and did the routine calls.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes of this unsuccessful method, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching almost the whole neighborhood unsuccessfully, we finally went to the neighborhood elementary school, where older kids (13 or so) skateboard. Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
When we found him, I said "Oh, you're busted." I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset. But, I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time, being very young, I now know that unconditional love got that name for a reason.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Good, the Bad, and the Education System.
My Best Educational Experience (111)
In my junior year of high school, I had one of the best teachers ever. Her name was Ms. Dulin, and she was my AP English Composition teacher. I am not even specifically interested in English or writing papers, but her passion for the subject earned my respect. In that class, we read various interesting books, I learned of my love for Amy Tan, and we evaluated poetry. I found that this class caught my interest for two reasons: the first was just seeing the passion that this woman had for the English language, and the second was the fact that she so eloquently selected class material to captivate her students.
My Worst Educational Experience (166)
In kindergarten, I was sick the day of the Santa’s workshop. I was really upset already because I wasn’t able to pick out gifts for my Mom and Dad. I went to class the next day and a classmate told me that Santa Claus hated me because I missed his workshop and that I would get coal for Christmas. After hearing this, I somehow managed to run away from school. I consider this a bad education experience because a kindergarten teacher should have a handle of the classroom, yet I was able to get away. Luckily, my Mom stayed behind talking to her friends and heard me crying in the basketball court. This was also the teacher who told me to stop screaming when I fell and cut my stomach so badly that I needed stitches, and I also found out that the year after, they caught a mouse in the mouse trap and she let the class pet it. Luckily, she was soon after fired.
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