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He knows

A baseball loss, 12-2 – ouch.  My boy played a decent game – some base hits, some nice plays in the field, and he did the pickle the right way this time!  We skipped the usual trip for water ice – he just wasn’t up for it.

I, however kinda wanted ice cream, which is unusual, and I needed desperately to work for a few hours, so I took myself to McDonald’s for a shake that I then nursed for a few hours.  I got home around 10, and B had gamed, taken the trash out, showered, let the dog out and in, and packed for school the next day.  What a great kid.  I apologized for being gone so long (we’d been in communication via text, but still), and he said, “It’s okay.  I get it”.

We did a quick chalice-lighting, with me already settled for sleep and him sitting in a chair.  He was thankful that his state testing was over.  I was thankful to have completed the work I needed to finish.  He got up and asked if I wanted him to turn out the light for me.  I asked, “Did I mention that I’m thankful for you?”  He grinned and said, “Yeah. I know, Momma.”

 
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Posted by on April 27, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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Def gratitude

Oh heavens.  I’m still laughing about our chalice lighting this evening.  B joined me in my room, where I’ve had 80’s radio playing fairly loudly all evening to keep me awake while I worked on a computer, seated at my desk.  Mythankfulboy plopped down on the bed beside my desk and proceeded to surf the web on his iPod while we talked about our days today and tomorrow.  He then asked me for what I was thankful.  I said I was thankful for times when I didn’t think I could do one more thing and then I pull it together and get a lot done.  He nodded, then went back to his iPod.  I asked him for what he was thankful and he commented, instead, on the game he was playing (Floppy Rocket or some such).  Then he got up to leave, absent-mindedly saying goodnight.  I told him to hang on – that he hadn’t told me what he was raising up tonight.  He leaned down and put his head on my shoulder, snuggling it back into my neck, and I rubbed his back as he said, “Oh.  Well, I’m thankful that you got a lot done, and I’m thankful that I figured out how to reset my router, and that you can take me to school tomorrow, and…”

Here he stopped because I had started giggling.  He stood up and said, “What?”  I choked out that I had just realized that we had Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me on as the backdrop to our chalice lighting.  I’m pretty sure that dropped tonight’s chalice lighting out of the “sacred” category!  We laughed and laughed, so much that the dog got excited and B dropped down to the floor to play with him.

I never did hear what he was going to say after that last “and…”

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Full circle

Mythankfulboy has new braces.  He’s had them for a few days, and we are already one bracket down, but it isn’t causing him pain, and he seems to be weathering it nicely.  He went to a friend’s house this weekend to hang out and, as it turns out, to learn how to shave his moustache.  I smile as I type “moustache”, half because it’s a funny word to apply to my boy, and half out of nerves.

We worked hard today on moving a small shed, which required levelling an area and sinking some footers.  I feel awesome about it, despite what must be some arthritis in my hands.  Tonight, at the chalice lighting, I asked if he knew if it was a “momma weekend” (meaning he doesn’t go to his dad’s at all), and he said, smiling, “I don’t know, but it would hard for me to say I was glad if it was a momma’s weekend because you’re making me work so hard.”  To which I answered, “It IS so hard to work a few hours outside every day for a few weeks a year.”  (A few weeks because we do not do hot well, so we wait until it’s in the 50’s and 60’s, which means a few weeks a year).  “I think it cut your gaming down to only a few hours.”  This, as I expected, set off a playful argument about exactly how long he had gamed, and we finally agreeing on 1 hour and 38 minutes.  Hard times, little man, hard times.

At the chalice lighting, I sat on the end of his bed, and a few minutes in I laid on my side, and then he pushed me playfully with his feet (which were under the covers), so I allowed myself to fall over, at which point he said, loudly, “Don’t get too comfortable!!!!”   I ignored him, pulling up a stray pillow on which to lay my head, and asked him for what he was thankful.  He said, “My pillow.  I have the best pillow.  I flip it over during the night to get the cool side against my face.  Maybe I should start keeping it in the fridge so it would stay cool longer.”  I nodded in solidarity.  He asked for what I was thankful, and I answered that we got the shed in place.  Full circle.  He said, “Yeah. It is pretty cool.”

 
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Posted by on October 4, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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8

We had such a lovely weekend.  It was a found weekend, since it was originally scheduled and then, last minute, not scheduled.  I am quite sure I am a nicer person on a weekend such as this.

Friday night we attended a dear friend’s production of 8.  Here’s the description from Wikipedia:

8 (or 8 the Play) is an American play that portrays the closing arguments of Perry v. Schwarzenegger, a federal trial that led to the overturn of Proposition 8 – an amendment eliminating rights of same-sex couples to marry in California. It was created by Dustin Lance Black in light of the court’s denial of a motion to release a video recording of the trial and to give the public a true account of what transpired in the courtroom.

The play is written in the style of verbatim theatre reenactment,  using transcripts from the trial, journalist records, and media interviews from the plaintiffs, defendants and proponents involved.

The American Foundation for Equal Rights (AFER) and Broadway Impact, sponsors of the play, have licensed the play for readings nationwide on college campuses and in community theaters free of charge, as an educational tool.[3]

My friend took our kids and I met them there – it was very powerful, wonderfully done, and I was so glad that both Mythankfulboy and I had seen it.  There was a panel afterwards that included the judge who was sued by his own county for issuing marriage licenses to gay and lesbian couples, and one of the women from one of the couples who received one of those first licences, as well as teachers and students from the school district’s GSA (Gay/Straight Alliance) and Aequalis clubs.  In the car, leaving, B said, “I needed to see that.”

Saturday we did baseballish stuff and B had a sleepover with The Crew.  Today we did odds and ends around the house, which included Xbox and a nap.  I don’t want to give the impression of being a delightfully balanced human – I took work to the baseball fields and worked today, too, but it was at a slightly lesser pace, I guess you could say.

Tonight, at the chalice lighting, we read the following covenant from the Gray UU hymnal, written by Reverend Walter Royal Jones, Jr.:

Mindful of truth ever exceeding our knowledge and community ever exceeding our practice,

reverently we covenant together, beginning with ourselves as we are,

to share the strength of integrity and the heritage of the spirit in the unending quest for wisdom and love.

and the heritage of the spirit in the unending quest for wisdom and love.

in the unending quest for wisdom and love.

When I finished reading, I asked if I could read it again for myself.  B said, “Please!”, acknowledging that he hadn’t caught all of it, either.  I read it again, interpreting each line in my own words, with B contributing.  We ended up with something like:

Knowing that there is more out there than we can know with our senses or wtih science

And more people than we can touch

we make a promise together (B held out his pinky for a pinky swear)

to start with our imperfect selves and to grow stronger in sharing a moral compass,

and to draw from the spirit of those who have gone before us,

in our search for Truth and Love.

When we finished interpreting, pinkies locked, B said “I do.”  I said, “May it be so.”

I asked B for was thankful tonight, and he said he was thankful that I took him to the baseball fields and worked there, where “most moms” would have just said he had to stay home.  While I don’t love the fact that he even thinks about work coming before him, I’m glad he sees the efforts I make.  I was thankful for 8, and the young (and not so young) faces in the play, on the panel, and in the crowd who are turning the tide of public opinion.

 
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Posted by on April 19, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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World’s smallest violin

A hard-at-work weekend.  Painting, weeding, mowing, dodgeball, baseball (twice).  Last weekend we roasted in 85+ degree weather; this weekend it was in the 50’s.  Fall.  I love it.  Especially the 50’s part.

B had a dream during the weekend that every time his dad asked him to do something around the house or yard, he offered him 3 or 4 dollars, as in “I’ll give you 3 or 4 dollars if you’ll pick up sticks in the yard/rake some leaves/weed the walk”.  B laughed as he told me about the dream.

I said, “Hon, are you feeling a little low on cash?”  He said, “Yeah.”

I asked, “Are you feeling a little abused with all the work to be done around here?”  He said, “Yeah.”

I played the world’s smallest violin playing the world’s saddest song for him on my thumb and pointer finger.  Then, of course, I had to explain the gesture, as he regarded me as one might a creature with three heads.

So, tonight, at the chalice lighting, imagine my surprise when he was thankful for an “unrushed weekend”.  I said I was really surprised to hear him say that, given the push to get something done at the house before and after each of his games, and my madly trying to check things off the list for our upcoming fall party.  He said, “Yeah, but it’s good to be home.”   I told him I was thankful for all of his help, and for his great baseball.  He smiled, and said “Thanks, Mom.”

 
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Posted by on October 5, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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