Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Possibilites

What are your favorite smells? Besides crayons mine are (in no particular order)

Starbucks coffee
My G-Mom's chicken and dumplings
Baby Magic lotion in the pink bottle
The way it smells after it rains in the summer
Pine Sol and Murphy's wood soap


Did you know that of your five senses the sense of smell is most closely connected to the part of your brain that files away memories? One of my favorite smells in the world is a box of new crayons....lots of memories coming flooding back every time I open a pack. But memory is a funny thing, sometimes we associate it with only good or only bad...the thing about new crayon smell is that it is the smell of possibility. Anything could happen when you show up for the first day of school, or pick out a cornflower blue crayon and put it to paper. (As an aside I plan to do some research on how they name those crayons. When I went to Sienna and saw the fields...they were exactly the color of Burnt Sienna in the box of 64)

We are full of possibilities around here these days. School is starting, work is changing, Ethan is doing something new everyday. Possibility also brings risk, always. And change brings loss. I I'm trying to focus on the possibility and not the risk, the change not the loss. But I am saying goodbye to a first grader and a newer more mature Robert bursting with creativity and personality. I'm selling changing tables and rockers and letting "Baby Ethan" grow up. I'm rethinking work and my commitments and making new priorities. All in all its wonderful and scary.

Hope you are scared out of your mind and thrilled at the possibility.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"If you threw a party and invited everyone you knew...."

Robert woke up yesterday on a mission. He was going to have a party. I have learned sometimes I just have to get out of his way. I figured it would at least keep him busy for a little while. First he wrote out all the invitations, including one to the oldest teen on the block hoping he'd be a "guard" for the party. I asked him who he was guarding against and Robert said "Party poopers." Then he hand delivered them to all the houses with kids on the street.

The rest of the day he spent preparing for what he was certain would be the party of the summer. He wrote a speech, picked out a "party hat" to wear. He swept out his play house and set the table with supplies. He planned to have a game of kick ball and music.

I agreed (reluctantly) to prepare popcorn and drinks for the party. I honestly thought it would be Robert, Kristen (who is here every day anyway) and maybe the little girl across the street....but at 7:02 Robert was outside waiting and he yelled "There are people coming" and sure enough there were. In all there were 11 guests, only a few siblings didn't come but every house with kids had at least one here. At the last minute I put out a few left over cupcakes to go with the water and popcorn...they were gone in minutes...After everyone socialized (Robert got too nervous to make his speech) they played kickball until the street lights came on and everyone had to go.

Robert kills me. What other seven year old could pull off an impromptu summer party for ten plus all because he dreamed it up one morning? I only wish he could have pulled off the speech. I heard him practicing it went like this "Fellow kids of Burton Manor we have gathered here for one reason...to party!! I'll have pictures up later today.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Hi Ho Hi Ho Off to work I go....

Three weeks of summer left and I plan to be super productive in the home stretch. I have been re energized regarding my work. I had two big disappointments earlier in the summer and it left me in a bit of a funk. But I read Donald Miller's "A Million Miles in a Thousand Days" and I went on vacation. The book helped me think about every day events a little differently. Also, anytime I go on vacation I can guarantee when I come back I will have a dozen voicemails with referrals, even if I haven't had any for a month. Also, I had some new inquiries about the support group I'm leading. So...all geared up and ready to work.

Friends and acquaintances frequently ask me "Don't you find it depressing to listen to other people's problems." And the answer is always "No." Actually, I feel privileged to see what they may never let others see and to walk through their joys and sorrows with them. I have one client who has been seeing me off and on for ten years, what an honor to get know her, to watch her grow and make positive changes. Most of my clients don't hang around for that long so I don't get to see their full arc, their story develop quite so much. Still, a lot can happen in three months, or three weeks or sometimes just an hour.

In other news Robert's braces may be off next week. Also next week he is begnning violin lessons. (His Gigi is soooo happy!) Ethan is 22 months and throws these amazing tantrums where he flings his body to the floor and screams "Not Nice" which could either be describing his own behavior or mine. Then he stops very calmly and looks around to make sure we see him, when he catches our eye he starts again full throttle. It is a little frightening and a little amusing.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Blueberry Hill








These were taken at a place nearby called (I kid you not) Blueberry Hill where you pick your own blueberries. We've been twice in the last week. Both boys love it, its hot and dirty but sooo much fun. Now I need a recipe for blueberry muffins. Other discoveries this summer include, the Village Clocksmith. He has an office in the same area as mine and Robert has been begging to visit, it was worth the wait. The "Clock Doc" repairs clocks and builds them...he had a Lionel train clock that goes around on the hour. Also, Robert explored the Artesian Fountain near my office and found a rock shaped like a frog...heady stuff for a seven year old. He thinks he's the Lewis and Clark of Prattville.


We also narrowly avoided a trip to the ER and a Cat scan for little Ethan after he smashed his head on a window sill. All is well, but we had quite a scare. Life with these two is a never ending adventure. I'm enjoying the ride.