Category: life

flower girl and Tweety……..Sylvester and Tweety

Zoe and I took a nature walk today. Lovely. Zoe helped me choose what photos to post. She took the one of me and the gray one is of our shadow in a pond.

We sang a song in church on Sunday which I’m sure I’ve sung many times before. But I had never really noticed the third verse and, in singing it, was struck rather breathless by it. The song is God Moves in a Mysterious Way. The third verse:

“You fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds you so much dread are big with mercy and shall break in blessing on your head.”

What powerful words. Words that I long to be true. For me. For Mark. For the friends whose clouds are visible and invisible. Known and hidden.

Unable to get the song out of my head, I did “response time” on Sunday afternoon. Response time in Children in Worship (where Zoe worships during the service) is when the kids have individual time to ruminate on the story they have heard and to respond in art, music, literature, etc. It is a lovely time.

On Saturday I had been to an art gallery with my friend Emily. I had seen some of the artist’s work on my friend Sara’s windowsill and was so taken that I had to see it for myself. It was a great gallery (the artists live in it), but it was the pocket paintings (like the ones I had seen at Sara’s) that really enchanted me. So, I snatched up a few (for $5 each) and moved the tiny blocks delightedly around the house all weekend.

I tell you this because, just like the children I often worship with, my response time was not all my own idea. I used what I had seen in Rachel Van Dyke’s work and personalized it. Is there some way that I can justify being inspired by one work and basically copying it as my own? Peri? Any thoughts?

Anyway, below are the photos. First Rachel Van Dyke’s pocket paintings, then my response time art (on a bigger piece of plywood). If you look closely, you’ll notice what Zoe did right away. Rachel’s figures are actually birds. Mine? Not so much. Unless birds have pockets these days…

Why is it that a $2 t-shirt can convey what is so priceless about Christian education?

My last post was about the Race for the Cure last Saturday. Zoe was not at the race because she had a soccer game. I brought her back a bag full of free stuff from the race and it was this that she was examining as we were in the van later that day when this conversation happened…

what is cure?
that’s making something all better.

what is race for the cure?
when I run I ask people to give me money and it goes to doctors who help find new medicine to get rid of breast cancer.

to cure breast cancer?
yep. that’s what we’re getting money for.

that’s better than a lot a lot of money.

what is?

curing breast cancer is better than a lot a lot of money.

I think you’re right, honey.

We ran it. Every step. Our time was exactly the same as the year we actually trained for the race. Lesson learned. No more training. Though I’m still pretty sore and it’s been four days. Hmmm. Thank you, Jane and Paul. It was such fun. And we raised a fair chunk of change too—-I was the highest individual fundraiser at $3,200. Wow! Thank you!

Each year breast cancer survivors who participate are given pink shirts. I am collecting mine and wear them on my morning walks with Emily and Daisy. This year’s shirt I think I’ll choose from the stack more often than the others. The saying on the back of it just resonates so deeply with me. It is:

“I walk for those who have walked before me and for those who walk beside me.”

Thank you for walking beside me. For running beside me. For picking me up when I scrape my knees and knock a few teeth loose. For reminding me to look around me as I run. For feeling the wind in your hair as I do in mine. For marveling with me. Laughing with me. Crying with me.

It was really good to be in a sea of pink for a day.

But it’s better to be home paying bills and listening to the music coming from Zoe’s sleepy room while Mark readies his guitar for a gig and Daisy snores on the daybed. That, is priceless.

Saturday night Becki and I sang an Abba song at our cousin’s karoake wedding reception.

We had a blast.

Orchestrated by Becki, our duet was complete with a purloined tamborine.

And two days later, with Dancing Queen still stuck in my head, I realized the reason I followed Becki everywhere when I was little and did everything that she did well into my teens…

because it’s FUN.

We missed you Kokey, Noel, and Nomy!

September 11 was an emotional day over here.

We celebrated Mark’s birthday

with a cake decorated by Zoe and Lucy. (OK, so I poked in the candles.)

Zoe got her first visit from the tooth fairy.

I remembered the day 4 years ago when I left the Betty Ford breast center in a daze.

And then we got a call from my sister.

Jim, my humble and amazing brother-in-law, was given the title “Teacher of the Year” from the high school at which he teaches in Atlanta. Jim had received the well-earned accolade at the school he left three years ago, but this time it came with something a bit different. A NEW CAR. This may seem like a strange thing, but apparently the Ford dealership near his school had taken a look at the faculty parking lots that dot the country and decided that a “Focus on Education” initiative was in order. Brilliant.

And, Jim’s commitment to lending his bright mind to education (and giving Becki the chance to stay home with the kids) rather than a more lucrative endeavor has left him commuting in a 1990 Honda. I remember when the Honda’s air conditioning went out and Jim commuted to and from work and graduate school in the Southern heat with the windows down and the diesel smoke in his face for quite a while before they could spring for the repair. I wonder if Jim’s consistent arrival at school well before the morning bell might have the added benefit of keeping the students from seeing their respected teacher puttering into the parking lot in a heap of metal. Cringingly Election-esque.

My excitement about Jim’s award is not just the fittingness of a new car for the family that needs it; it’s the joy of having something so right happen in the world. Jim is the kind of teacher you want your kid to have. He truly believes that different kids have different learning styles. When he gives a writing assignment, he writes it too. He is unassuming, but commands his classroom with ease. He respects his students. He’s passionate about learning. He doesn’t give assignments that he can’t back up with good educational theory. Am I laying it on too thick?

No. Really. I’m not.

But Jim is going to find this terribly embarrassing anyway.

Congratulations, Jim. The Northern contingent of your family could not be more proud. And public embarrassment is what we do best.

Zoe had her first day of Kindergarten today. Mark and I dropped her off—-me barely keeping my happy tears in and Mark a bundle of nerves (unlocking the car when Zoe and I were already inside, leaving the car running after all of us were out…). Zoe did just fine. She quickly found Vera and Lucy when she walked in the door. After that, Mark and I were more than free to go. It was hard to even coax a good-bye out of her.

This afternoon I picked her up and brought her immediately out for ice cream. I then interrogated her and got all kinds of great kindergarten information. Upon getting home, I tried to duplicate the process for blogging purposes, but my subject was less forthcoming. Here is the non-ice cream interview:

What did you think Kindergarten would be like?
I don’t really know. I don’t really remember stuff like that.

What was the first thing you did?
Pretty much go to my table and play with stuff and tap on Lucy’s shoulder so she knew that I was there.

Did you sing any songs?
Yes.

What songs?
This is the Day and the one that I forgot the name of. Did you write the one I forgot the name of?

What did you do during choice time?
Zoobs.

What are Zoobs?
They are um, it’s hard to say this. It’s hard to say this.

What do you do with Zoobs?
You attach them.

Were they fun?
Not very much. But, Mama?…When will you stop talking? And also write, “when will you stop talking.”

If you want to know about the yellow circle table, the purple square table, Freckles the rabbit, rest time, the dollhouse, gym time, cubbies, art, etc., etc. you’ll apparently have to pony up for some ice cream just like the rest of us.

A few photos of our big kid:

A few favorite photos from summer 2007…

Mark…………………………Mark and his dad…………….Mark’s lovely mom, Jane.

Zoe at a playground…………….Zoe as a kitty…………my dad’s summer uniform

now THIS is summer……………..Zoe’s friend, Lucy (Zoe in background)

a happy kid at the lake