Happenings are happening all over the place around here.
The baby. (I KNOW he’s nine. And a half. Stop reminding me.) He’s playing tackle football. With helmet and pads and those cutest stretchy pants. Oh, the heart.
Kid 3 has read a book a day this week (Rick Riordan’s Heroes of Olympus series) in anticipation of The End of Summer (school starts Tuesday). When she got to the end of the ones that are actually published, she asked if she could read THE HELP. I said yes, but hey, Kid, it’s got some hard stuff. She told me after 2 chapters there was only one thing she didn’t understand. Chose to show it to me instead of saying it aloud, just in case. (It was the line about “cootchie like rotten oysters”, so I told her “Good call.”) Her heart breaks for May Mobely already, in chapter three. That little girl has a grown up soul. (My 12-year-old, not May Mobely.)
Kid 2 turns 16 on Sunday. Finally. She’s been anxious for this day for a very long time. I do not exaggerate when I tell you that she’s been saying “I’m almost sixteen” for seventeen months. She’s already passed her driving test and is waiting only for the calendar to allow her a license. She’s seriously the loveliest girl and I am all kinds of proud of her. Yesterday when I was at school preparing and drowning in my very deep unsurety, I heard her fiddling in the commons and my day turned right around. (The student government kids [who call themselves StudGov, is that strange to anyone else?] were making a video for the first day assembly and that was her part. She rocks the fiddle.)
And TODAY! Today Kid 1 comes home from a very successful first term at university! Today! She’ll stay with us for almost two weeks and I am so glad. (Those two exclamation points were a clue about my so gladness.) I imagine it will be tricky for her to come back, since she wont’ have an actual bedroom, and she’s been on her own and now she’s back in our house, and all the things, but I’m eager anyway. I hope it’s not too strange for her to climb back into the nest, because the nest has missed her an awful lot.
The things are good things. I’m a glad girl today.
(2) Comments for this blog
I never tired of reading your insights to life and family. I wish Ellie’s love for reading would transfer to my same age BOY. He hasn’t picked up a book ALL summer. It makes me sad.
Best of luck to you at WHS, your students are so lucky to have YOU!
I never tired of reading your insights to life and family. I wish Ellie’s love for reading would transfer to my same age BOY. He hasn’t picked up a book ALL summer. It makes me sad.
Best of luck to you at WHS, your students are so lucky to have YOU!