The Ithaca Children’s Garden celebrates International a Mud Day with mud pits, mud painting, mud pies and lots and lots of people covered in mud from head to toe. This year we we’re part of the throng. As I escorted my mud caked children to the towels waiting for us in the car, I over heard a grandparent-type say: “this place is full of people who love life”. It was then I realized that regardless of the rainy, cold weather, I had a smile planted firmly on my face. There is something so very life giving about literally connecting with the earth.
I am sitting with my grandmother who is starting Hospice care. I bury my face in her hair and kiss her cheek. She still smells as sweet as she did when I was tiny. Every so often she slides open her bright blue eyes and love shines out. I swim in her love and send it back.
I love leftovers for lunch so every week I make a huge pot of lentils, freeze them and eat them. Every week, I fill the pot a little too full of onions, carrots, garlic, coconut milk and lentils and the soupy goodness bubbles out the side and onto the floor and counter. This is my life-all good, just a lot of it bubbling over on a regular basis.
How do we learn to accept the bubbles?
Tonight our daughter heard that our younger neighbor, learned to ride her two wheeler bike today. Determined not to be outdone, Simka raced outside in her pajamas after dinner, practiced balancing on her scoot bike around the neighborhood then announced she was ready for the real thing. While video and an adoring crowd would have been wonderful, we did share the moment with an elderly lady out for an evening stroll. She stopped mid stride to witness the victory on two wheels. What a victory it was.
The young woman I work with is just learning to use her head switches to say stop and go when we are out for a stroll. With her 21st birthday around the corner, she now has the power to pause and take in the smells of nearby flowers or hear the wind chimes beckoning from a porch nearby. At first my instinct was to encourage her along, not stopping too long in one place. Then I realized this was her walk. I just happened to be pushing her wheelchair.How are you taking charge of your walk?
The fifth graders are “feeling their oats”. Drama is high, motivation is low. We still have more than a month left. Thankfully, I have an alter ego that I happened upon while teaching quadrilaterals. “Quads” is a tough Jersey guy that owns a triangle factory turned to quadrilateral fabrication. He has an elderly cat names Francis and makes pastries in his free time. Most importantly, when “Quads” shows up, kids get down to business.Sometimes an alter ego is the key to levity and hard work.
On an almost daily basis, my wife makes cheese and crackers to eat while our almost year and a half year old twins sit on the other side of the counter eating lunch. Today I was on lunch duty, handing out pita, fruit and cheese. All of a sudden, our son started frantically gesticulating to a small wrapped package of saltines he found hidden behind the bowl of fruit. He achieved calm only when I opened the package for him. Then, before my eyes, he expertly laid down the cracker, topped it with cheese and carefully scaled down the bar stool to search out my wife and deliver her lunch. The tears welling up in her eyes, shone with appreciation…Dowan truly observed “mother’s day”.
What can we do to show that we observe/notice each other?