Art show and retrospective

Paige has been gracious to let me post these.

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Timothy at Yellowstone by Paige… I like this painting because it captures Timothy’s particular way of sitting, the curve and color of his hair, and his interest in nature. Oh, and the fabric of his sweatshirt is awesome. Watercolor painting is difficult!

We have a winner in the school election at our house! It will be a good thing for Timothy to serve his school next year. He is smart, dependable, and precise. He’s tall, handsome, and adventurous. His best friend returned from his year-long trip around the world, so happy days are here for Tim this summer.

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Daniel playing cello by Paige… I like this drawing because I saw Paige really emerge as a portrait artist on this one. I like the interesting perspective on this scene of Daniel practicing. Daniel is giving up playing the cello, so this is a nice memory of the instrument.

Daniel took off this year in many new directions, from student government to robotics, becoming a fan of English grammar exercises and hosting the first teen parties at our house. Daniel is a good driver, a great friend, and people can count on him to get things done, even if it’s moving 2,000 pounds of Mason jars 6 times for Prom. 🙂

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Mark in the snow by Paige… I like this painting because of its softness. It reminds me of the style of paintings that I love in children’s books. It captures Mark’s concentration, the curve of his nose, and his play. I have learned that children don’t “play” for very many years. This is a treasure that captures the innocence and seriousness of real play.

 

Mark delights me with the things he says. Sometimes brutally honest, always insightful, and very often funny, conversations with him have been a joy. He’s grown so much, his legs no longer having the soft lines of childhood, but the long bones and prominent knees of an older boy. His permanent teeth have grown in this year, and the whistle in his speech is disappearing.

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I think self portraits are so difficult. I like the natural wood, the flowers, and the expression on Paige’s face. I love that she had the courage to do a self portrait and that it’s a bit unconventional. I am thankful that she loves art.

 

We attended Paige’s senior awards night this week. She was honored for having a 4.0 cumulative GPA and received a scholarship and other awards. Because of our unconventional choice to home school, Paige needed to make up a year’s worth of high school credit if she wished to graduate. Colleges are great about accepting home school students, whether they graduate or not, but she decided to go for the diploma. She did 4 years of high school work in 3 years, 95% of the makeup work being done during her senior year. She has a summer job and is off to BYU in the fall. It’s a time of celebration for Paige this week. We are so very proud of her.

 

 

What does it take to have music like that in my home?

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We bought this piano in February 2007.

Daniel and Paige played piano in public this week. Someone leaned over to me and asked what it takes to have kids play music like that in my home.

I deferred to Paige to tell the woman how long she’s studied piano, and I started thinking about “what it took” to get where we are now. My mind kept going back to the financial aspect of it as I drove away from the event in my 16-year-old van (which I love). Every month, instead of a car payment, we pay a piano teacher. Can a person learn to play piano with a less expensive teacher? Of course! But we wanted the opportunities a professional teacher could offer. We invested in a grand piano in 2007. The kids love this instrument and it is fun to play. This helps them want to practice. Can a person learn to play beautifully on an upright piano? Of course! For our family, having this piano in a music room has been a symbol of our commitment to music and this commitment has become part of our family culture. As for incentives for practicing, we don’t allow media time until the kids have practiced. That’s been a great motivator for the boys.

Besides the financial investment, there is an investment of time. By no means do I resent the money and time we have spent, but I started calculating how much time we have given for music study. Richard taught Paige for two years. I spend one afternoon a week shuttling kids to and from piano lessons. I’ve done that for 10 years. On piano lesson days, I don’t try to do anything that requires focused attention. I’ll fold laundry between lessons or do little projects around the house, but then it’s time to get in the car again. I have no idea how many hours I’ve spent driving. Piano lessons always go over time, so I wait. Waiting 20-30 minutes a week for 10 years means that I’ve spent over 200 hours sitting in the van waiting for the kids to finish piano lessons. Who knows how many hours I’ve spent waiting at ensemble rehearsals, judging events, and recitals. I read while I wait, so it’s nice. And then there is the time that I am home, monitoring practice, or making sure that it happens. I’m grateful that I am home to do this. Is our method the only way to produce great musicians? No! But every hour, every dollar, and every sacrifice is worth it “to have music like that in our home.”

Mark on the Move; Mom on the Floor

 

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Timothy forgot his gym clothes yesterday and by some miracle I noticed it. I ran them down to the school and left them in the office. The receptionist added his name to a LONG list of students who would be called to the office to retrieve their forgotten work. One of the receptionists said that it was an especially “forgetful” day at the school and the office had seen a long stream of parents that morning, and it was only 8:30. It’s no wonder we forget things these days. There’s too much to remember.

HOW many more days until the schools relent on their activities and baseball comes to an end? WHY does the middle school think that it’s a good time to hold student body elections? We have to produce a video… immediately?! I’m trying to peel myself off the floor this morning and face this day. I wish I could handle this busy time, but I can’t. I canceled violin lessons yesterday and read the Bible instead. I couldn’t do another thing. I’m mostly okay with that decision. Mostly. 🙂

 

 

Coming Home

I love coming home. Most of the time. There was one day this week that I sat out in the garage for a while before coming in because I didn’t want to face a couple of grumpy kids.

I like to come home to someone playing the piano. Last night as I drove home, I saw Timothy framed in our front room window, just home from a Boy Scout merit badge class, still in his baseball uniform, practicing the piano. This scene in the window, framing his act of dedication, was beautiful to me.

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Thank you for reading. I wish we could go out to lunch together instead, but at least we have this connection. Have a happy weekend!

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Anniversary roses from Richard

 

The Cacophany that is Spring

Baseball

Construction in the neighborhood. Boom! Boom! Rattta-tat-tat! Sloosh!

Writing my book

Pursuing study

Birthdays for almost every extended family member

Music all the time

School deadlines

AP tests and study sessions

Graduation details

Messy flower beds

Anniversary love notes each day in the mail from Richard

Youth activities

Jazz band practices

A teen with a broken cell phone (The horror!)

Reading something good

Meals on the run

Pink flowering tree views out of the windows

Shorter hair

Ski equipment in storage

Almost finished with the school books

Field trip season

Crowded visit to the Bean Museum this week

First fly in the house

Open windows and bird song

Losing my view of the mountains because the leaves are back

Pastels, not blacks and browns

Snow last week, sunshine this week

I’m only allowed to bring healthy snacks to baseball?

Scout camp

Goodbye, Gilbert Blythe. I’m totally watching Anne of Green Gables this weekend.

Recovery

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This plant that I nearly over-watered to death has been drying out and perking up in the light of my biggest window. I’ve left it alone for two weeks and it’s thriving.

I’m remembering this lesson as Daniel now holds a drivers permit. I must not be overly zealous in my nurturing that I don’t allow him to stretch and grow in responsibility. My efforts to “protect” can weaken my children.

“Let your children have some freedom to learn, to experience, and reach for the sun,” the little plant reminds me.

General Women’s Meeting Year 7

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The tradition continues…

This is Paige’s last General Women’s Meeting at home. I hope we can keep our tradition in the years to come. Congratulations, darling girl. We did it. I have loved going to these meetings each spring with you.

Loneliness

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One of the requirements in the Personal Progress program for young women in my church is to interview a mother to discover qualities that are important in motherhood. Paige interviewed me and she took some notes. When we were finished, I asked her if anything I said was a surprise to her. She said that she was surprised by my answer that women need to be prepared to be lonely at times.

When is it lonely to be a mother? And is loneliness all bad?

I remember pushing Paige in the stroller on a walk through the frost-covered neighborhood when she was 2 or 3 months old. She was bundled up in a fuzzy pink body coat with white trim around the face. I was distraught and I berated myself, “What kind of mother are you, letting things go so far without calling a doctor?” She had a red blister that was oozing and sensitive. Somehow my worry didn’t translate into courage to call her doctor and have it looked at. I felt immature, scared, and alone that day, but my walk and harsh self-talk helped me to call the doctor when I got home. It all turned out just fine.

I was young. None of my closest friends were even married. I was teaching Primary on Sundays and this didn’t bring me any close friendships with other women. Richard was at school and work all day and into the night. I had to figure out what kind of mother I would be during those early months on my own. It was hard, but not bad. If I hadn’t been a little isolated, the shock of moving to a new state later that year would have been more difficult. Every new mom is going to feel alone in decisions sometimes, isolated physically from friends and family, and it’s an opportunity to grow.

I remember the week when Paige’s best friend went to Kindergarten. We had decided to keep Paige at home and begin home schooling. Our decision had been considered carefully, but when the reality hit that Paige wasn’t going to be in Kaitlyn’s class and have a sleep mat and a cute backpack and be in a sea of children on the playground, that felt lonely. I learned from this lonely time (before we found home school groups) that it takes courage to be different than everyone else in the neighborhood and church. I learned not to care so much about what other people did and to focus on what my children needed. Loneliness led to many great family memories and education adventures.

Years later in Arizona, I was one of the oldest mothers in our church congregation. There weren’t many girls Paige’s age at church, and just a few boys for Daniel to play with. The home school community was split down a religious divide and Mormons were excluded from the most dynamic and well-attended home school group. I was isolated by age and my beliefs from groups of women who loved one another at church and school.

There were many days where I felt lonely, but poured my energy into leading art and science lessons for 30 families at our community center. I became a community leader through my isolation. I didn’t have a lot of chit-chat at church with younger women. However, I had long, important talks with many of these young mothers, one by one, when they asked to visit our home to learn about parenting or home school. I became a mentor in my early thirties.

In retrospect, I don’t think the kids would agree that the years in Arizona were a lonely time. I made sure they were with other children every day. But it didn’t always follow that I had friends, too. I learned to be strong in my parenting during those years and I dedicated my energy to my family and my community. This helped me to avoid feeling sorry for myself. Loneliness and isolation worked to our benefit once again.

Here are some lessons that I learned from loneliness:

Some loneliness comes from the idea that we can only be friends with people our age, in similar circumstances, and neighborhood. Not finding friends in the immediate area, I became friends with people in a larger radius. I became friends with women who were old enough to be my mother and grandmother. I became friends with people of other faiths. I am so grateful for my diverse set of friends!

Loneliness is an attitude. Isolation is often a choice. I didn’t have to be lonely. I learned to go on walks, talk to people at parks, be assertive, and dream about ways to make the community stronger, then go out and do it.

Everyone wants kind neighbors. I have tried to be a good neighbor. A plate of cookies or a loaf of bread have been great ways to begin a relationship with people.

When you are lonely, this is an opportunity to grow in courage and ability. Because I was lonely, I learned to depend on my Heavenly Father more than myself. I learned to depend on my husband more than friends. I learned that I could do hard things. I learned new skills. I grew strong because I needed to be strong.

Loneliness is a sign we need to reach out. Loneliness can be a catalyst for great experiences and friendships. I am thankful for the experiences I sought because I was lonely.

 

 

 

 

The Irresistible Packing Peanut

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhen packages arrived at the house in the early 2000’s, merchandise was packed in S-shaped Styrofoam puffs. Some were pale green, others were pink, but most of them where white.

White like snow!

Or so the children imagined. A package would arrive and if there were packing peanuts, they would immediately shove their hands deep into the box, Styrofoam puffs up to their chests. The rustling sound when they moved their fingers through them and the squeaky, cracking sound when the puffs broke in their hands added to their delight.

A fresh box of packing peanuts had arrived earlier that day. (Who cares what the merchandise was! There was a big box to climb in and there were Styrofoam puffs!) Three-year-old Daniel and six-year-old Paige began some of their best plans for packing peanut play. Just this once, Mom decided to watch instead of divert them from the inevitable disaster.

“Let’s fill Mom’s big pot with them,” Daniel suggested to Paige, and hurried to the kitchen. Soon there was a stew of Styrofoam simmering in the pot. Daniel decided that the box of remaining packing peanuts would be a tub of bubbly, warm water. Splash! Peanuts scattered everywhere in the kitchen when he jumped in. Paige joined him in the box for about six seconds before Daniel hopped out, ready for something new.

Next, Daniel decided that he wanted to sit in the pot filled with Styrofoam. He threw the puffs in the air as he sat in the cozy space, knees up to his chest.

It was snowing!

They decided to make a blizzard. They moved their game into the living room on the carpet. Peanuts flew, squeaking and rustling before their flight, landing on every surface and crevice in the room. Thousands of puffs littered the carpet, but Daniel discovered he could multiply their number by breaking them into tinier and tinier pieces…pieces so small they clung to his sweatpants, arms, shirt, hair, and carpet. He was a magnet for puffs because of newly-generated static electricity.

The boy became a crazed snow-making machine and he made a worthy effort to break each. and. every. piece. of Styrofoam into tiny bits. It happened quickly. Paige looked on, enjoying the spectacle, but feeling some apprehension creeping in.

Continuing in a whirling frenzy of destruction, Daniel scattered his foamy missiles everywhere. Small bits of foam clung to Daniel’s lashes and he paused to look at the scene. Something awakened his sense of sanity. Was it frustration that he couldn’t seem to brush off all of these bits of foam from his clothes? Was it that his tub of Styrofoam was scattered everywhere and therefore not as fun? Or was it his big sister’s wide blue eyes, staring at the mess in disbelief?

Mom had been watching the storm, waiting to see how far the kids would take the game. With this pause, she decided that if another piece of Styrofoam fell, she might go insane that it was time to clean up. Dad plugged in the vacuum and handed Daniel the hose. They raked the big bits from the carpet and gathered the pieces with the vacuum. Cleaning up a snowstorm wasn’t nearly as fun as making one. Bits of foam disappeared into the box. And Mom went to a quiet place in the house to sort out why she couldn’t enjoy playing with packing peanuts like everyone else…

and maybe to snicker softly at the memory of the disaster.

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Mark’s Ways

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These are Mark’s stuffed animals that I found arranged in a literal dog pile. Evidently “Snowball” was victorious.

I was thinking the other night that I wanted to remember a few things about Mark.

I want to remember how Mark likes to sit close to me when we read scriptures.

I want to remember how he has to walk around the room in order to memorize or recite a poem.

He has managed to wear shorts all winter, changing into pants only when he has to go outside or run an errand with me. In past winters, I have hidden his shorts. Arizona habits die hard, I guess.

The other day he and Timothy were together in his room. Timothy, always the entertainer, was making him laugh. Mark has a fabulous laugh. I stood hidden outside the door and held a recorder in the doorway to capture some of it.

Mark has had an obsession with swearwords, discovering what they really are without saying them. He asks me about them with raised eyebrows, wide eyes, and first letters only. He is disappointed that they swear in the Harry Potter books.

Since he’s decided that swearing is abhorrent, he has come up with his own words to call things when he is frustrated. Each of his contrived words has at least 3 syllables.

He’s asked me not to share his quotes on the blog anymore. I still write them down, though. Richard and I roll around in stifled laughter when I share them at night. We laugh because he is clever and frank and because he brings us joy.

When he gets a little naughty, I remind him that life is not a Calvin and Hobbes comic. He mourns that our winter yard is nothing like Calvin and Hobbes’s snow and yard.

People tell him often that his hair will darken, but this idea brings him no comfort. He likes his hair just the color it is. When we get home from church, after changing out of his suit, he messes up his hair and arranges so that it spikes upward. In his shorts and messy hair, he breathes a sigh of contentment.

He stops to play the piano every few hours, all day long. He is flying through piano books. He tells me that his piano teacher reminds him of Cleopatra. This is not an insult.

I guess that’s how I will end. Mark has always been content to do things his own way. I enjoy watching his life, long legs dangling from the tree in the backyard, climbing the fence, doing his jobs diligently, and hopping around on the carpet as he plays a video game. He is my companion all day and he makes me so happy.