I stepped on a moonbeam at the top of the stairs last night. The damn thing nearly tripped me. Funny thing, moonbeams.
That actually has nothing to do with anything but for some reason I felt it needed sharing. My world seems to be spinning at an alarmingly fast pace as of late. Not out of control, mind you, just faster. I’m struggling to keep pace fearful that I’m going to miss something important or at the very least fail to recognize that something significant is happening.
Around these parts, and by these parts I mean my family, this time of year tends to become a bit hectic. The kids’ school work continues to increase in complexity as more is expected of them. Projects are assigned, displays and presentations are prepared. Zane just completed his Second Grade biography project. He chose Gandhi. Yeah, Gandhi. The rubric suggested that the children include 3 or 4 interesting facts about the person as well as things like are they living or dead, places they may have lived or jobs they had. Typical stuff.
Zane’s report was just over 12 written pages! All the while I kept asking him if he wanted to whittle it down a bit and he insisted that it was all important. He informed his teacher that he was going to need about an hour for his presentation so he should either go first or last. (We condensed and got the thing down to about 6 minutes.) The thing that made me the most proud was after the presentation when he began to field questions from his classmates. He stood there with total confidence and rattled off answers without hesitation. It was impressive. (Disclaimer: I may be biased.)
Last night I took Zoë to our church’s Parish Organization of Women’s Lenten Candlelight Service . No, she’s not an organization member. Yet. She was the opening entertainment. The group had called the music director at the school to see if he had anyone that could sing a couple of songs for the service and he immediately thought of Zoë and two of her classmates. For the past couple of weeks the girls have been giving up their recess time to prepare for their performance.
The hard work definitely showed as they did an outstanding job. Video of the performance was a fail as it was a candlelight service. The room was dark and there were unfortunately no candles anywhere near where Zoë and her friends were singing. You’ll have to trust me, she did a superb job.
Oh, and not to be outdone, Zia brought home her 100th day poster from school last week. We had prepared the poster for spirit day and the 100th day of the school year by sticking 100 sparkly butterflies, dragonflies and flowers to a cut out poster board of a big 100. (I totally stole the idea.) In typical Zia fashion the poster was rolled up and bound with a rubber band. She made no pertinent statements about it only that she was bringing the poster back home. When we got home I unrolled the poster to find a small blue ribbon stapled to the top of the poster that simply read FIRST! She won first place in her class for the best 100th day poster!!
(Another Disclaimer: I have no idea of knowing for sure but I suspect that every other child in the classroom received the same blue ribbon. It did not stop me from gushing about how proud I was of my little Curly Sue.)