Remembering

Do you remember where you were today 11 years ago? For me, I was on the phone with my mom. I realized something very terrifying was occuring, and I've never felt such a loss of control outside of the death of Tom's mom. We live in a crazy world, but on days like today, I try to remember what my mom reminds me. There's more good than bad in the world, and good will always squash out evil.

 

This day forever changed feeling safe, but I hope that we all somehow retain a bit of what we learned. Unity as a nation, praying for one another, and most of all knowing God never leaves our side, no matter how desperate the situation.

 

And now on to my original post......

 

Sidney likes to be center stage everywhere. From standing in front of the TV (“hi my name is Sidney, and I would like to sing you a song”), to capturing the attention of the speaker and congregation during the children’s sermon on any given Sunday (you are not the only adorable 4 year old in front), to generally making her presence known wherever she goes (in the back yard yelling “woo hoo boys” at the neighbors”), our little chilly pepper likes attention.

More Sidney artwork. I give you, the spider.

So, you can imagine her dismay not going first for “show and talent” last Thursday. No, not show and tell. I was corrected. “Show and talent.” I picked up an outwardly sullen girl from preschool. She was quiet until we got inside after driving home. Suddenly, something minor caused a flood of tears. As I picked her up to calm her down and sat down, I was thinking about how hard it is for her to adapt to a new routine. I was thinking she’s melting down, because it’s a lot to take. No, instead, I was informed she wasn’t called on for “show and talent.” No amount of explaining that her turn is coming seemed to phase her until it was actually her turn. No more drama this week, only finding the next item to take.



And more on these two in another blog. With my friend Grace.

So, school is under way. According to Eli, and the certificate he brought home from school, he can play either the trumpet or the trombone. I won’t tell you why he likes making the buzzing noise into the instrument, because that would involve an entire conversation on bodily functions. Since my sweet Kindergartener entered many school years ago, he’s thought it was the most hilarious thing. Eli was only relieved to learn he wasn’t taking up the clarinet, like his dad in elementary school. Poor Tom, playing the clarinet was an alternative to a career in flute.

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OK, off to the rest of my day.