Hanging Out with E #SOL15

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Hanging Out with E

The girls are both busy. Very busy. Every day. We are caught up with living in the moment that sometimes we take those moments for granted and don’t enjoy them each to fullest. Then, in just a quick blink of an eye, those moments turn into years passing by. They’ve grown up too quickly.

B and E are on the same skating team and the same poms team at school. They take the same dance classes. They pretty much follow the same schedule. Every day. Their time is booked from early mornings until evenings, late. It’s hard for us to carve out time for each one of them, alone.

B was away for the weekend. Paul worked both days. It was just E and I. I saw the opportunity so I grabbed it and held on tight. We spent time watching movies, snuggled up in my bed, like we used to when she was little and there was an abundance of time. We shopped and ran errands. We laughed. We ate ice cream. We talked. We laughed some more. We planned. We held hands. We got closer, and then closer still.

I enjoyed every moment with E this weekend. These little moments may be the big moments that she’ll remember and love the most.


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Will They Remember to Read? #SOL15

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Every year it’s the same.

This summer reading panic.

We notice how many days are left; there are still so many more books to read, so much to learn.

How many days are left to fill up their reading, writing, thinking brains?

We hope we’ve done enough because summer is coming…

But, will they remember to read?

We want them to find those cozy summer reading spots.

We want them to make time for those reading moments.

Will someone read aloud to them?

Will someone listen to them practice their reading?

Will someone talk with them about their thinking?

But, will they remember to read?

We’re telling them how important it is to keep reading, and writing, and thinking – all summer long.

We want them to continue their learning journey.

We’re encouraging them to visit the library.

We want them to get lost in lots of books and read the summer away.

So, we’ve started gathering books…

But, will they remember to read?

They’ll read.  They’ll write.  They’ll think.
And we’ll trust that we’ve done enough.
They’ll remember.

Sharing a Memory

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This past weekend my husband, my sister, and I went to a memorial service in Tennessee for our dear, dear cousin who passed away in March. We stopped first at our father’s family cemetery in Missouri. We have ten family members buried there. It took us a while, but we were able to find each gravesite. We placed flowers on all the graves and said prayers, wishing eternal peace for our loved ones.

From there we crossed the Mississippi River (from Missouri to Kentucky) on the riverboat ferry. This is a childhood memory that my sister and I share. This weekend we shared it with Paul. It felt like we were letting him in on a cherished secret or letting him join a favorite childhood game.  Many almost forgotten memories flooded our conversation.

When we were children, we often visited our family in Missouri. We had family on the other side of the Mississippi, in Tennessee, as well. If the ferry was running, we would cross the river on the ferry. If the water level was too high or it was too windy, the ferry wouldn’t run. If the ferry wasn’t running, we would have to drive around. Then you would have to cross the bridges over the Mississippi River and the Ohio River. Although it was a picturesque drive, it would mean a much longer car ride. (You don’t appreciate picturesque drives when you’re a kid.)

When we were children, riding the ferry was a VERY. BIG. DEAL. I can still remember listening in on adult talk, wanting to hear if we were crossing the river on the ferry. Riding across the river on the ferry was fun, but it also saved us from the longer drive! We were always anxious to get to our long distance cousins for some long awaited playtime.

We would drive the long and dusty country road to the ferry, turn the tall, metal sign (letting the ferry captain know we were on the river bank, wanting to cross the river) and wait for the ferry to get to our side. When the ferry would reach the riverbank, we would drive our car onto the shaky riverboat and cross the muddy Mississippi. I can remember the loud, vibrating sound of the engine as the boat started it’s journey. Depending on the wind and the current, the ride across could sometimes take a while. I remember being relieved when we would get to the other side and drive off the ferry safely back onto land.

This time we weren’t in a hurry and we were able to enjoy every minute of our ride across the river. Although many of the sights and sounds were the same, the riverboat ferry wasn’t the same as I remembered. It had some 21st century updates! Nowadays, the riverboat captain carries a cell phone. You can call him if you’re going to be late. He’ll wait for you! There were restroom facilities and even a vending machine on board in case you get thirsty!  The sign you turn to let the captain know you wanted to cross the river was replaced with a call button that you can press to advise the captain of your status. The riverboat ferry even has a facebook page so you can stay connected! These updates are definitely an improvement!

Or are they?