Last blog I introduced you to one of my old bosses. You may have also seen in some of the comments to me a reference to moos or cows. There is a reason for that. These “moo friends” grew from young, fresh, out of college, inexperienced teachers to seasoned educators in the same school district with me.
The years may have caused a change in our hair color and style and added a few wrinkles, but nothing has dampened our spirits and love of life. Over the years we have laughed and cried together, seen each other through marriages and breakups, babies and losses of parents, watched kids grow up and go away, some too soon and some not fast enough, and most of all enjoyed and treasured each others friendship as we continue to do. In the midst of this, we encountered Mr. Superintendent who not only didn’t like my friends because they were fun, but also because they had history in the district and basically a fan club.
They were all excellent teachers or administrators who loved kids and gave all students everything they had to help them grow into responsible young adults. It didn’t take Mr. Supt. long to figure this all out, and in his typical loving way he began to refer to them as “old cows.”
Since these are wise and tough ole educators they turned it all into something fun and began calling themselves: the Moo-Moos. And it stuck. Nowadays, many still get together every month or so and talk about the good ole days as well as show off a few grandbaby or travel photos, share hobbies, or just catch up on the gossip—a few of the things that bring joy in this stage of their lives.
I appreciate them and all my earlier colleagues tuning in to my posts, and making comments when time allows. Just remember all the fun times, Moos, and don’t forget there is a reason we call that thing we flush a john!!!! Now, prepare for a book signing!!!