The Hillhouse

The Journey of a Mother and Son

Waldorf Unwound June 21, 2013

This is practically ancient history by now, as all of these end-of-year celebrations happened last week – however there were so many great moments I thought it still worth a post…

Alice June 2013 009The children of the Lower School assemble for a Eurythmy performance by this year’s soon-to-graduate 12th grade

Alice June 2013 016They begin their story with a spoken narrative…

Alice June 2013 045Classic Eurythmy movement, with colored, flowing fabrics enhancing the flow of the gestures

Alice June 2013 049Now Kai does his piece

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June 2013 end of school 317Elihu’s class shows the third grade the new instrument they’ll be learning next year in fourth grade

June 2013 end of school 354Now we’re assembling in the High School Eurythmy room for the Rose Ceremony, marking the eighth graders graduation

June 2013 end of school 363The room looks lovely for the occaision

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June 2013 end of school 369The fourth graders get ready to sing for the assembly – someone’s pretty tired. !

June 2013 end of school 395But a little bit later he’s got his second wind…

June 2013 end of school 411at the big ol’ end of year picnic!

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Such bounty! Everyone shared and there was a great assortment of tasty dishes

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See how fancy these gals are!

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The kids played for a long time in the woods

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We will miss Dierdre so very much!!

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This is the huge field with shelter beyond

June 2013 end of school 448Me and Ava, my wonderful piano student! She is a delightful girl…

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Kai approaches me at top speed, completely covered in mud. I’d heard about this tradition… Oh-oh,  here it comes!

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The little kids follow the mudmen around, hoping to get some of that magic, 12th grade mud on them too

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Fiona’s got Kai’s back. !

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Off they go…

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Sean and Trek are also inspired to get dirty. Note: they were both having fun. I know, cuz I asked.

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Abby got some special mud…

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And Sadie, well, there are no words. Well, maybe one. Adorable? Yeah, think that’s the one.

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These cutie pies are so in the spirit

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See?

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Me too!

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Serious jamming here

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Jackson on banjo (above Elihu)

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Jackson made that rope braid for my hat band

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A nice group!

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But these guys are in it for the long haul…

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Until something cooler comes along, that is…

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Finally it was time to go home. The clouds pointed the way for us quite nicely.

 

Ballet Boy December 15, 2012

“That was transforming.” Elihu’s exact words immediately after the applause died down. We both sat in our seats, rather dazed and unmoving as the crowd around us rose, chattered and made ready to leave. We had just seen the Saratoga City Ballet’s production of The Nutcracker from the most intimate seating possible. Elevated enough, close enough. And for Elihu’s eyes, a situation like this doesn’t come often. He sat riveted throughout the whole performance – and why not? top-notch dancing, gorgeous costumes and all the production details of the real deal. Hell, this really was the real deal. I had even been moved to tears while watching the perfect and joy-infused performance of the only young boy in the company. He wasn’t even my child, yet I wept like a proud mother. An inspiring production all the way ’round.

Although I’ve been trying to get my son to see The Nutcracker for years now (we live in a town in which the New York City Ballet spends part of its summer) it was only just tonite that we finally went. His delight and amazement – and new desire to take dance lessons (?!) seemed to confirm that our timing was right. At intermission the floor was full of small girls playing at pirouettes and pretending to dance en pointe, and my son was flustered and frustrated. He was burning to dance around, to practice his own freshly inspired moves, but he simply couldn’t be the only boy. Yeah, he’s probably right. Nine is probably a bit past that window. But to be honest, I’m not sure there would ever have been a window for a boy to naturally join a cluster of pink-bowed girls in their dance-play. He sees how challenging actual dancing is, and he gets what a star that one boy in the company is, but it’s still not enough. I tell him he’d kinda be a rock star if he went down and joined the girls, but he angrily protests. So instead he goes to a corner and twirls a time or two, and makes a great leap, legs out and straight… oh the hope and promise of a young one. My mother’s heart smiles at his pure joy and possibility, yet I’m slightly misty too; uncensored, childlike moments like this happen much less often these days, and it seems we may be nearing the end of them altogether. Just in case, I savor it all with extra attention.

I’m not naive enough to expect this interest in ballet to last, as I am not expecting this week’s request to play the transverse flute will last (bass and tuba are still holding in strong though), but I see him feeling the inspiration rise within, and I’m witnessing his vision of possibility grow, and that in of itself is enough for now. I also know we’ll have to pick something soon and stick with it – but I’m not worried. He is musical – he’s got a great ear –  has better time than me, and he’s playing violin at school now. I’ll let him be. I’ll also listen quietly from the front seat, a smile on my face, as Elihu tells me all the way home about the moves he noticed, the questions he has about them, and how much he wants to start ballet lessons next week.

Elihu’s world has expanded once again. A ballet boy, maybe not, but a better boy? Definitely.