Elihu asked me last night why I often say that ‘when we get past something’ we’ll be alright… He wanted to know why I’d say from time to time that we’d be ok once a certain event, a certain time or a certain holiday was over. “Like Christmas, you kept saying ‘We’ll be ok as soon as we get past Christmas.’ Why do you keep saying things like that? What exactly do you mean?” I hadn’t realized my offhand remarks had made such an impression on him. It gave me pause for sure. I wanted to learn from this, yes, but at the same time I wanted him to understand my point of view too. “It’s just that we hit these super-busy spots in the year, and I just can’t keep up. I can’t keep up with the food, the laundry, the work. And it gets harder when there’s more to do.” He understood, but warned that my comments didn’t sound as benign as I was making them out to be. Wow, I do really try to keep from getting too dark with him, but he’s a sharp kid. He gets my meaning. And again I wonder, is it just me complaining? It can’t be. I’m not that crazy-different from most folks. I like to flatter myself into thinking I might be, but I’m pretty sure I’m not experiencing anything that out of the ordinary. Or am I? After all, there is no partner to tag-team with, no one else to step in for a minute, no one else to make it happen. Ok, yeah, so there’s a lot to do. But I’m not the only single mom here in this world. I just express myself without much editing, I guess.
This past week Elihu has felt it too – it wasn’t just me feeling the overwhelm of a busy, end-of-the-school year rush. There has been a lot going on recently in a very short amount of time. And today, Elihu got it. After being patient and good for an hour long appointment at the eye doctor after school, he finally broke down in tears. “I’m SO tired” he moaned, and pushed his face into my shoulder. But he’d made it. Me too. Still have another couple weeks of recitals, performances and then the big pentathlon event for the fifth grade, but most of our landmark events were past now. And we enjoyed them all, every moment. But we’re kinda zapped now. As I write, he’s relaxing in his bedroom, organizing his collection of Pokemon cards, and I’m sitting here wondering what in hell I’ll make for supper. But this is a mere blip on the screen in view of the two huge, life-changing events that happened just today: Elihu learned how to ride a bike!!!! And what else? Get this – Elihu learned how to put contacts in his eyes!!!! We’re on the path to tinted contacts – something that will radically change his life forever. These two landmarks have us elated, proud, relieved – and ready to collapse. This is one May we will never, ever forget. We’re definitely in a daze tonight, but man, it’s a happy one.
Going back two days (feels like two months ago by now) to a window on my birthday morning. Guinea fowl Austin on the bridge, our beloved flock below and Ace’s sculpture “Mayfly” to the left.
Hey, we had the garage cleaned and painted last year, why the splotches of mud??
A-ha! Our friends the Phoebes have returned and once again made their nest atop the garage light. Ah well, we can always wash up the mess after the babies are raised and gone. So very glad you came back! Nice to see and hear you again. Now I think this is a very sweet birthday present.
Here was another sweet birthday experience… I got to write and play music for the eighth grade play. Mr. Ruel introduces “Tuck Everlasting” to the Waldorf students in the charming theater space of the local Episcopal Church, Elihu is in the dark hair and shirt in the center.
Jessie explains the magical properties of the spring in the wood, and its awesome implications.
Angus Tuck tells young Winnie “I just got to make you understand” as he explains the dangers of living forever.
A climactic scene in which the tension rises and the play takes a turn.
There’s been a delay with the carpenter… still hoping this job will be history soon.
What a perfect birthday present from mom! The name says it all too! Finished with washing dishes by hand soon!!
A quick, late-night trip to Stewart’s to grab a birthday cake for myself. Yes, I ate both of them. !
The next day starts with a double smooching of chickens.
Dinah and Thumbs Up share Elihu’s lap and really seem to like it there.
Now it’s time to go to the gig. Elihu regularly donates the proceeds from his Eggs of Hope sales to Drilling for Hope, a non profit run by local woman Karen Flewelling. She asked Elihu if he’d play drums for the opening night of “Faces of Rwanda”, a collection of gorgeous black and white pictures taken of Karen’s last trip by photographer Emma Dodge Hanson. Twins (and classmates) Jonah and Phoenix join him here.
This is a photograph from her recent trip to Rwanda of villagers drilling a new well.
Pics of donors and the Rwandan children that they’re helping to send to school.
We looked and we looked and yay! We finally found our friend from so far away! Hopefully we will be sponsoring this very student in the years to come. Wow. I can’t believe we’ve been able to help someone else here on the planet. We, of so very limited resources are absolutely rich in the world-wide scheme of things. This helps to keep things in perspective for sure.
Classmate Ben helps Elihu find his picture on the big wall at the exhibit.
Karen says hi to Elihu; he just made another gift to Drilling for Hope to help Karen do her wonderful work in the world.
The view from my post most of the day: high school eurtythmy class. They’re in costumes now, getting ready for the big performance at Zankel Music Hall at Skidmore College next week.
After my high school classes are done for the morning, I rush over to the Lower School to see how Elihu fared. And just as I got out of my car and pulled out my camera – who should come riding up on his bike (a thing he could not have done only a couple of hours earlier) but my amazing boy!!! Talk about a surprise!!!
And just as effortlessly as he rode to me, he then promptly rode away. Sigh.
The sanctuary of an empty, fifth grade classroom, pre-lunch.
And the same room moments later. All are in a good mood.
After lunch I get to hang out with the kids for a bit as I’m on yard duty. Our equestrian friend Cally (who’s also an incredibly talented singer) smooches a home made horse doll and lil first grade buddy Tylor admires a beeswax figure Elihu’s working on.
Now we’re visiting a new eye doc in hopes she can be a little more proactive in getting Elihu red tinted contacts. It’ll be new territory for her. She was very kind and positive. We’re hopeful…
These have a crazy, futuristic Harry Potter-esque vibe – maybe even a little Brazil-esque feeling to them too (yeeks). Elihu’s trying out some mild prism glasses here to help him find the null point in his nystagmus (shaking of pupils).
The doc’s assessing Elihu’s ability to read – hard to know if his vision challenge is a product of light sensitivity, acuity or both.
Assistant Jen shows Elihu how to put contacts in his eyes.
Here he is – with contacts in! They’re not tinted, they’re just to give him an idea of how it all works.
One more spin around the park. (The bike was a gift from the local program “Bikeatoga”; thanks guys, we so appreciate it!) I told Elihu ages ago that riding a bike was the closest thing to flying that he’d ever know. Today he laughed and said I was right.
May we remember the feeling of this special day in May for years to come.
3 thoughts on “May Daze”
Wow! Cool. I remember when I first learned to ride a bike. Such freedom. Little did I know that someday it would be my principle method of conveyance. I’m curious, what will the tinted contacts do for Elihu, or what are they supposed to do? GB
Freedom indeed. I’ve been waiting for this for years!!
Elihu is so light sensitive that he must squint to see if he doesn’t have glasses, and frankly, squints even under his dark ones. He is completely unable to go outside w/out glasses on bright days (think how it feels to go from dark tavern to sunny ski slope – that’s his experience of the regular world all the time). So, the tinted contacts will give him complete dark coverage, making his need for glasses only supplemental – and for the first time in his life he’ll be free from having to squint. And because he currently squints, he cannot see very far ahead of him – but when the situation is darker he won’t need to squint, and can then see better. His vision is 20/200, which while not great is far better than many Achromats. I was happily surprised yesterday to learn he has better distance vision than I’d thought. Again, nothing close to you or me, but enough to see twenty feet in front of him. He’ll learn to be a cautious biker rider. But since he’ll likely never drive, bike skills will be incredibly important to him.
Freedom indeed, huh? !!!!! Yay!!!! Next step, a bike rack…
Thanks Elizabeth, that makes a lot of sense. I’m kind of near-sighted myself but I don’t wear glasses because I don’t mind. ;~) I’ve always been more interested in the near and close rather than the far and distant. Perhaps his eye for detail and proportion comes from having to study the near so carefully. His interest in bass and percussion might be tied in too as both of those are very grounding and steadying instruments. They focus one on the here and now and the ground under one’s feet. Good to see he’s got a helmet on. ;~) Rock on kid. GB