I found this in my sketchbook yesterday half finished. After re-reading it and checking it against the sketches before and after I figure I wrote this at the end of November. Life obviously got so busy I forgot to post it. The message is still relevant though, even if things are quite as manic at the moment. All I have to do is wait a few days and there’s a good chance I’ll be right back there…
It’s a rite of passage. Your first school dance. Do you remember yours? I do. Boys packed tight onto one side of our gym, girls on the other with a huge empty chasm in-between. Our math/gym teacher was spinning the records up on stage. It ran from 4:30-7:00 pm. I wasn’t at my daughters first dance but I got the next best thing – the chauffeur gig picking up her and three friends post dance to drive them home. Their dance was from 7:00-9:30pm so it was a late night, a school night no less. The chatter on the way home? Pure gold.
The truth is I came close to swearing in the car when this little discovery was made. I didn’t, and while I was very clear about my frustration, I also made sure that everyone knew in the grand scheme of things this wasn’t a huge deal, and that if this was the biggest problem we had to overcome then we were pretty darn lucky. That’s the lot of being a parent right? Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone forgets something now and then (think about the number of times you’ve misplaced your wallet, your keys, your phone….). How could I possibly get mad at a kid who does so many things so well and with such maturity and thoughtfulness most of the time? Aren’t we really in a grand training exercise anyway? Isn’t it our job to prepare our kids as best we can so that they are competent, confident, functional adults when they leave us? If I have to occasionally drive an additional 50 kms to provide gear for a sports event, that ain’t such a hardship in the grand scheme of things. It’s the journey that should be enjoyed, not just the end goal right?
Just to be clear though, a new house routine will be enacted starting tomorrow that all materials for the following day must be laid and ready the night before… Keep your eye out for a future post about how well that is going.
The transition from city life to mountain life has at times been a little… rocky. We’re getting there though and it certainly provides good fodder for storytelling. The following sketches chronicle a few of the experiences we’ve been having. Enjoy.
(I’ve since realized these are probably ravens but they’re still friggin’ massive…)
(The coyotes here are extremely healthy, due in large part to the fact that they have an abundance of bunny rabbits on which to dine.)
(I saw my actions and comments as supportive and encouraging in an effort to get him through a tough run. He evidently saw it differently.)
(On another run when I rounded the corner and came across these three beauties. The literature advises you to stop, hold your position or to back away. I let them cross and then continued on. Apparently they’re docile now. Spring and fall they turn into right buggers.)