2005-08-23

Growing Pains

Today Meg was huddled on the stairs in tears because "her leg was sore!" I picked her up and took her into my bedroom where I applied the heating pad and baby aspirin. I have vivid memories of the excrutiating growing pains in my legs that I experienced when I was her age. I know, a lot of good they did me! I remember my parents putting hot wet washcloths on my scrawny little legs to ease the ache.

Growing pains take on different disguises as we get older, but I find that I still have them even at 36. I remember when I was 18 and recovering from a badly broken heart. Once again my Mom ministered to my pain by handing me the car keys on a Sunday afternoon and suggesting me go for a drive. So I drove and I cried and poured out my broken heart to her.

For me, some of the worst growing pains I had to endure where the ones while Mom was dying and after her death. It seemed unbearable that she was not there to help ease the deepest pain I had yet to face.

But I grew.

It makes me sad to think of the growing pains that Meg will have to endure in the next year. I pray she will be spared from some of the ones I went through. And I pray that I'll be able to minister to her pain as well as my Mom did mine. Heating pads and aspirin are easy. We'll see how I deal with the rest!

2005-08-22

Where did summer go?

Technically I know that summer is not quite gone yet. It feels like it to me though, especially when I compare all my good intentions to what actually got done! Maybe it's more that I don't set realistic goals (although I was realistic enough to give up on the baby blanket I was crocheting for my new nephew after I ripped out the first three rows elevendy-billion times.)

One of my big goals was to work on Spanish with Meg. Even though 99% of the kids in her class at the British school are Spaniards (put there by parents who want their children to learn English) Meg is not at all confident in her Spanish. Instead she often comes home speaking English just like her Spanish classmates, saying things like "for example..." Not a common phrase for most 8-year-olds but Spanish people say "por ejemplo" all the time. Anyway, she has Spanish class at school but they have never taught her basic vocabulary. I really wanted to work on her vocab this summer. I guess I still have time since she doesn't start school until Sept. 9. She doesn't like it when I speak Spanish with her very much, so hopefully I can make it fun.

I also wanted to do some speech therapy games with Nic. Even though he is speaking much more clearly, he still says things like "wunch" and still calls the kitchen the "chicken." :) It's amusing but I know he could use some reinforcement especially since he'll be fully immersed in Spanish when he starts school.

On top of that, I had visions of conquering my house and getting it into shape. I can see now that this will be impossible until Nic goes back to school. He can single-handedly wreck a clean house faster than any kid I know. He is the king of collections. Just when I get all the toys sorted out and put away, there is another bucket/bag/dump-truck/bin/ziploc bag with various assortments of "stuff" in them. Like 2 marbles, one piece of train track, one Lincoln log, some dice, a rubber frog, one of Meaghan's hair clips etc. If I was stricter I suppose I could avoid this. But I could not deal with spending my summer being the toy police. That will definitely have to change though.

Last week I was proud of the major accomplishment of getting our bedroom in good shape. It took me half a day with all the other things that got thrown in the mix. Problem is, just when I get finished with the rest of the house, our bedroom will need it again!!

So now you know what I'll be doing until school starts. After that, it's back (and worse this year) to being chauffeur Mommy.