Friday, October 9, 2015

Now we are seven

When M was little, I wondered if he would ever settle down.  The older he got, the more it worried me, and I have spent countless hours over the last seven years praying, thinking, and talking about ways to help him calm down.  He was always moving, bouncing, talking, laughing.  I loved his zest for life, but he was such a handful.

This school year, whether it's his new teacher or another year of growing up (or both) he has suddenly become so calm, it's almost unnerving.

I first noticed it at the talent show last month, how serious he was when he was on stage.  Then at his first-grade poetry reading this week- again, all business.  On his birthday, when it was time to open his gifts, he used a pair of scissors to snip each piece of tape, laid the paper to the side, and said in an undertone, "Don't worry mom.  I'll clean this up in a minute."

I'm not complaining!  It's just... who is this quiet person, and what did he do with my son?

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Birthday brothers

Whim took this cheeky little monkey out of school this afternoon to go pick out a birthday gift for his brother.  Definitely not something I'd be ok with every day, but I admit it really got him into the spirit of giving.  He loved being one of the people helping to make M's birthday special, instead of just being the-kid-whose-birthday-it-isn't. 

They picked out an RC car, and between his new car, a beautiful book from Nana ("Can I put this in the classics section!?!") and his cupcakes, he declared it his best birthday ever, despite a soccer-ball straight to the face earlier this afternoon.   

As he said, "Remember last year?  At least my face didn't break!"

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Hieroglyphic cupcakes

Tonight our electricity went out.  M and I iced his birthday cupcakes by moonlight and I just couldn't ask for a sweeter boy. He was truly grateful, complimenting every symbol I attempted and thanking me again and again for "making everything so special."

The feeling's mutual, bud.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Walk like an Egyptian

"And I know what you're thinking: Sekhmet, daughter of Ra, could basically be considered Ra's personal assassin, right?"

That is totally not what I was thinking...

I liked the mythology obsession so much more before Egypt came along. I loved Greek mythology, and the recent journey into mythical creatures has been so fascinating.  Give me a 20-minute monologue about hippogriffs and boggarts or færies, any day.  But hippo gods and Anubis and sarcophagus rubbings... I don't know.  It takes all the self restrain I have not to roll my Eye of Horus!

There is one sweet memory I'd like to hang on to from this season in M's life, through.  One afternoon, he and L were using a library book to write hieroglyphic  messages to eachother, and in that brief moment, life was easy.  M snuggled up to me and asked if I could have a meeting with his teacher to see "if there was any way hieroglyphics and Egyptology could be added to the schedule for first grade?" It was just so earnest.  Like it just might be possible.

If homeschooling ends up being part of our future, that will be our first class.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Talent show

M and his friend performed a duet for our school's Staff Family Fun day talent show.  They were wonderful.  Whim accompanied them and made sure that any little hiccups of rhythm were easily smoothed over, they sang confidently, and it was just precious.

The rest the J family, namely, poor L and his sorry, sorry mom, weren't so lucky. The short version is that I completely, utterly, and irreparably messed up his Rubik's cube act.  The long version is much, much cringier and more mortifying, involving almost ten minutes of extremely awkward slow clapping, but it revolves around the same major plot point.

The good part is that, somehow, L is blessedly unfazed by the fact that it took us three times longer than it was supposed to, and that one of us ultimately walked off stage with an unfinished cube.  

He's good.  He was completely proud of himself, and not in a "well, we tried our best" kind of way.  From his perspective, it was awesome.  He did it!  I was not so lucky, and went through a range of humiliation stages that could rival the stages of grief. But in the end, I'm ok.  It didn't go as we planned.  It was not cool or impressive.  But for L, it was fun, and that's why we signed up.