Month: April 2007

My favorite item that we won at the nursery school auction last night. I was teased by several teachers for the fact that I cry at every assembly. And I faced much taunting about what a wreck I am going to be on the last day of school. Last year I was standing in the front hall, tears streaming out from under my sunglasses. And this year Grace is actually LEAVING the school. I’m going to be a soggy puddle for weeks leading up to the last day! I can’t even think about it.

The whole passage of time thing.

From Catherine Newman’s weekly column this week:

I am still confused sometimes about what it means to be a parent — how much you advise, how much you leave alone. They are yours but also their own. They reflect me and surpass me. I am their trusted shepherd, and it is a privilege to have them in my flock. Love and grief, holding hands and skipping down the lane of my crazy heart. When my eyes fill with tears in the car, it’s joy, yes, but I don’t think it counts. It’s way too bittersweet.

Funga Alafia, ashe ashe
(Welcome and peace to you. Let it be so.)

Assembly yesterday featured a great song by the Blue Room, simple lyrics above. And then we closed with our family anthem, “This Land Is Your Land.” Grace knew every word!

This beverage above is not only poorly advised from a marketing standpoint (Diet Coke with vitamins and minerals?), it’s also foul tasting. I like to think of myself as a Diet Coke connoisseur – 20 oz bottles of with-lime, and 12 oz cans of the regular stuff, nice and cold (in endless supply at PEP, which is enabling my addiction in a scary way).

Pouring rain today for my Mother Day. Took G to school, now headed to the gym (to see Kimberly for the first time in a month!) and then to meet an Exeter alum relations person … then CES assembly, playgroup lunch, a visit with Taylor and her new baby boy Phoenix, and dinner, bed, bath & beyond with the children.

A incongruous post indeed, as I close with these words that I really like:

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
– Mother Teresa

This picture of Grace’s was on a wall of the blue room titled “I Can…” – each child had drawn a picture with a caption “I can…” Grace’s: “I can fly with Peter Pan.”