I spent the past weekend at a girls’ retreat, navel-gazing and giggling.
So I thought I’d talk about my gang for awhile. A State of the Union check-in of sorts…
He gets taller and more angular every day. Last spring’s change in philosophy over our goals for learning have been huge for Sam. He has so much more confidence and is really conquering and understanding his math, latin, and other studies. He’s still Sam, still silly, still takes everything we say literally, but it’s so fun watching him begin to mature. He’s asking fantastic questions about faith and Truth and I can’t get over how cool it is to talk to the person he’s becoming.
Officially in braces now. Continues to read everything in sight and remains interested in All The Things. My own little Renaissance Boy. He’s showing a great deal of maturity and is a very willing helper. He also laughs at my jokes, so he’s a keeper. He and Sam are taking my writing class in co-op and it’s a hoot to view them from the front of a classroom. Honestly, I grin like an idiot when I see their faces in the crowd. And they very sweetly do not tell too many ugly stories about me to their classmates.
Bless this middle child. He’s beginning to show glimpses of independence, like maybe he doesn’t want to be exactly like his brothers. He scored the first touchdown of the season in his flag football game last week. He stands straighter when we talk about it. But he’s also realizing the hard work that comes with playing a sport. Current obsessions include spy gear (he woke up with me at 6:30 to request that I price out heat sensing radars for him) and college football.
Practically grown. She was doing well in reading, but then I showed her pictures of folks using journalling Bibles to draw in while they studied. It’s essentially scrapbooking in the Bible. She became obsessed and begged for her own wide-margin Bible. I told her she had to be reading well. Two hours later, she came downstairs and read me two verses from Psalms that she had sounded out all her own. She hung onto my promise with tenacity and kept reading me Boxcar Children stories and more Bible verses (although one time Adam – who doesn’t like to take the time to sound words out – told her the word was “animals” when it was “armies” which gave the verse a slightly different flavor.) We conceded and bought her the coveted Bible. She draws in it every day and loves going to church to sketch out her stick figure version of what she hears the pastor say. She’s very… literal. Like the time the pastor said “amongst us” and she drew “a monster.”
Her fashion sense knows no sense. But she wears it with pride. She is now in charge of cleaning out the dishwasher. I’ve never seen such a methodical child. She plays with each fork and spoon on the way to the silverware holder. She makes up stories about the bowls. She puts things away one. item. at. a. time. Efficiency is never the goal with her. She applies this same philosophy to her school work. It makes her quick on the draw with phonics, but building numbers with math blocks takes a sweet forever while she arranges and clucks over each ten bar. I’m positive this skill will serve her well in the future, but in the meantime, I’m fighting to keep my eyeballs from rolling back in my head.
Shows us more of herself every single day. She dances and sings all the time. I see her practicing her ballet arms and turns a lot these days. She has nearly perfect pitch and can mimic any song with only hearing it once or twice. She gives the greatest hugs on the planet and doesn’t mind a good long cuddle. Gran gave me this print for my birthday and when I explained it to Mira, she hugged it close and said, “Can I have it?”
Anything you want, baby.
While driving in the van recently, he asked me to blow his “chicken ‘n fwies” for him. I told him he was a big boy and he could do it himself. His response? “I not a big boy. I a Finn!!”
That pretty much sums it up. He’s a sweet kid, unless you cross him. He really does go along for the ride with our crazy antics fairly well and is sharp as a tack when it comes to the learning. He loves to make us chant the continents or practice phonic sounds at the dinner table. I find this thrilling and terrifying all at once. He and Mira are currently learning all of the pre-reading stuff at the same time… Hold me.
And that’s my people.
I have a lot of them.
They fill my days and trash my floors, but they are the reason I get up every morning and start praying before I’ve had my coffee. I couldn’t mother them without Jesus and caffeine. But I love them so and this job is such a gift.
How are all YOUR people???
p.s. Andrew is my people, too, but he doesn’t like it when I update the internet on his fashion sense or learning abilities. Just trust me: he remains as wonderful as ever.