My five-year old daughter has been dreaming of doing cartwheels for months now, which probably seems like an eternity for a small person. Much to my dismay, she has been practicing her jumping, bending, climbing, and tumbling any chance she gets.
The look on her face is priceless though; at the end of some acrobatic move, she smiles proudly with both arms stretched high and legs straight together. She’ll stay in that position till we clap and cheer.
I worry about her budding interest in gymnastics. Although her third heart surgery last fall improved her exercise tolerance, it’s still an ongoing issue. She tires easily and plops into a fetal position after running around a lot. It’s frightful. So I’ve been convincing her that maybe she’d prefer some other extracurricular activity, like art, music, cooking, or something other than strenuous physical exercise. She nods no. It has to be gymnastics. Positive side to this: she’ll learn how to cartwheel safely and build stamina.
Raising her I realize how much I need God’s peace every moment. If I went through this life without God helping me, I would be a wreck. I can’t control circumstances and I can’t forbid her from trying new things: how will she know if she doesn’t try? Instead, I need to offer support, encouragement, and reasonable boundaries so that she can discover her potential. The one thing I want to avoid is transferring my own fears to her.
At her first class yesterday, I was all nerves and had that constipated look from worrying so much, especially when I saw her sweating and running out of breath. I almost asked the coach to end the lesson early. But we stayed till the end.
Ellis must’ve picked up on my concerns; she reassured me that she was feeling okay and just needed a little nap on the ride home. Then I panicked that she needed a nap and kept checking her face through the rear view mirror.
Gulp…a hovering parent?!
I thought Roaring Camp in Felton, California was just a place for steam train rides through the Redwood forest. Thomas the Train visits annually in the summer and we visited years ago, but I had little to no memory of anything else besides the Thomas friends’ trains.
Recently I learned that Roaring Camp is a preserved setting of an 1880’s American logging town. It’s an experience of stepping back into time replete with blacksmithing, tent settlements, gold panning, wool spinning, candle making, a small schoolhouse, and steam trains chugging among the redwood trees. What a refreshing time it was to smell the trees, kick up dirt, and sit under the shade of acorn-filled trees. I had many Thoreau moments.
Here are some of my “Which Way” photos from Roaring Camp:
The photo below is shared to show how realistic the costumed docents were in their tent abode. They blended in so naturally with their roles and setting that I almost believed they lived there. But looking around there wasn’t much evidence of their belongings, so I think it’s accurate to say they are dressed-up actors.
My imagination gets ahead of me sometimes.
Dinosaurs are still our roommates.
I still think some look scary, but after so much exposure and convincing from the kids that they are adorable, I’m starting to change my mind. Not adorable (unless they’re plush) but tolerable. Also, all those dinosaur spikes and beaks makes for an unpleasant experience when you accidentally sit or step on them.
School is or almost in session for fall 2018. On social media, I see pictures of kids heading off to school, kids smiling for the camera holding “First day of ……,” and all the back-to school shopping ads. Beyond these first few days, I hope everyone has a splendid, productive, memorable, and discovery-filled year!!
The cooler weather is helping me transition from summer to school. But I’m telling myself that summer vacation is over and that it’s time to move on. How does time pass so quickly? It really does: scary how fast time flies. Every summer my kids are bigger, more opinionated, more adventurous, and definitely more against listening to the wise words of mommy.
Before I know it, they will be older and they will want to spend time with friends and do their own thing during summer breaks. That’s a normal part of growing up and I want my kids to become independent, but it’s hard to let go. I’m sure I’ll have sleepless nights remembering the good ‘ol days.
I hope to live today like that good ol’ day I’ll remember years later.
Overall, YAY for new grades, new books, new school supplies, new clothes, new teachers, new school (for some), new experiences, new friendships, and new learning.
Parents, kudos to you for all the rides, packing lunches, helping with homework, encouraging your kids, bandaging ouchies, going to games, showing up for school events, and keeping it all together!! As the initial excitement wanes and inevitable challenges crop up, I hope you remember that God is in control and that He is interested in every part of our lives. He listens to prayers…even my feeble, emergency prayers for patience and energy when I feel like I can’t do anything else. I’m always amazed at how He answers.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”