This Autumn Striker turned 16, B.Lake turned 13, and Cheesy hit double digits. In ten days Baph will be 20, and just eight days after that Bee will turn 7.
This autumn Bee lost all four of her front teeth, and is now growing her big teeth. I should take lots of pictures quickly, because I know the face is never the same, after those outsized adult teeth show up. Bee is already a strange mixture of child and adult. She struggles with reading, but thinks deeply and asks challenging questions – like, “Did the Bible come from heaven, or was it made on earth?”. When I answer her questions she looks at me with an expression that says, “I’ll accept that answer for now. We’ll return to this subject at a later time.”
This autumn B.Lake ran cross country for the first time and we all found that he’s really, really good at it. I watched him run a couple of times, still going strong at the end of two miles as kids around him struggled to finish. This is no small thing; for a boy who has a learning disability and ADHD, to be successful in some area of life is priceless. This winter he’s going to try wrestling. In the spring, it will be track and field.
This autumn Cheesy started taking voice lessons. It is a blessing to us that they are available, being taught by a close friend with lots of experience. I am not unbiased, I know, but I have always loved hearing Cheesy sing. She started humming along with things like this long before she could talk. She is a wild child, but my, she can sing.
This autumn we skyped with Baph several times and I chatted with him on Facebook lots of times, and missed him terribly. But I’ve learned that I can let one of my children go and survive. I guess this is a good thing to learn, as it will come in handy in the future. Baph is well and happy at Lee Abbey and has made many friends with exotic sounding names. Striker is now determined to follow in his footsteps after she finishes high school.
This autumn Striker got her first – and we hope only – concussion playing soccer. She now wears a head guard when she plays. It doesn’t look as dorky as it sounds.
This autumn Mr. Right adjusted to a new job which sometimes means working from home. I worried too much about how that would be possible in our tightly packed house, but it’s turned out to be no big deal.
This autumn I took two more classes toward ordination; wrote and taught a seven week class on early church history; spent my Mondays working at church and my Fridays at homeschool co-op classes; wrote some Advent readings for church; had my first job review; watched a lot of Buster Keaton and Val Lewton movies; taught Cheesy and Bee a new hymn every week; wished I had more time for friends, blogging, and exercise, and tried dyeing my hair a different color. It didn’t really take.
Those are some of the highlights…but there have been others: trick or treating and field trips and star gazing and Bee’s reaction to my “new” hair color (“You have orange hair. You should fix it. But I still like your eyes and smile.”). I lose a lot, between my poor memory and my frantic approach to daily life. I’d like to hold on to more of these moments.
The pumpkin that we never got around to carving is still outside, waiting to rot. I need to salvage the seeds for roasting. The yard is covered with leaves and we are breaking out the winter coats. We are making holiday plans and I am making shopping lists in my head. Advent is almost here. This autumn is almost over.