1This was the last week of school at Summit. I cannot say how much I'll miss my students. I loved them so much. I loved teaching so much. In some ways it was the perfect atmosphere - a small class, lots of freedom. The chance to teach subjects (Social Studies and Art) that no one would ever hire me to teach for lack of credentials... Of course the irony is that I did a better and more creative, zeal-filled job of teaching those topics than I did Bible. I'd forgotten how exciting it is to learn new things, and how healing and enriching it is to sit quietly and work on art. Oh, well.....I need to concentrate more on the thanksgiving it happened than the regret its over. I learned so much from the unit we did on the Middle Ages. I know the kids learned a lot, too, but it was a little frustrating because I know their learning (and delight in it) didn't match mine - but I was "putting together" so much....bits learned here and there, years of experience and reading....and they are just little kids. School is wasted on kids.
We had Russian "School" (Social Club) Friday night, a very minor version with several absences, but it was so nice, anyway. Anastasia is so much more relaxed with her Russian friends. She can just be herself.
For that reason I allowed her to go with Olya and Sveta on an overnight to their cottage. Tough call. I could see it was good for her to be with them, and having withheld her from school for the last week was difficult; I figured being with these girls might even help her get back to herself, even though overnights are not generally the best thing. (to say the least) I'll send lots of "I miss you - want me to come and get you?" texts so she knows mommy is sad without her.
The pleasure and joy of housework is under-rated - at least by those who have plenty of time to do it. I just cleaned out the refrigerator, and it makes me feel so good! I like the concept I once read on a group called "FLY Ladies", that when you do housework, you are blessing your family. I fear my family has been sorely lacking in my blessing this last few months.
One of the best things about summer - well, even about the end of the year of Religious Education - is that I have some mornings when things are not too rushed to make breakfast. I think my family likes breakfast a LOT, and it is so nice to make blini, or waffles, or scrambled eggs and bacon for everyone. When the older kids homeschooled, the chance to have a nice breakfast everyday was one of the blessings. I even bought Lydia the sweetest little "breakfast set" with a pretty plate and cup and a special place mat. I'd often make her homemade hot chocolate, too. I love being a "housewife", but so rarely get to do it in an unrushed way.
Our church is changing. We had the baptismal font re-done. And just last week the teal green carpet put in the year I came, was replaced with wine red. I thought it would make me feel badly. But, I suppose there have already been so many changes, that I'm inured. Still, I was surprised at how much I love the font, in particular. It is not only beautiful, in and of itself, it breaks up an area that was a bit foreboding with lots of very long (and for me, when I sat in them) claustrophobia-inducing pews and creates such a welcoming, open look. Whenever I go in the church, it makes me happy. On one level....and then on another, it reminds me my life has changed totally. I think there is some deep truth about that, but this is a "short take".
My big boy, Aidan, called yesterday. He works for a defense contractor in Washington, DC. He interviewed for a deployment to Afghanistan. He and his wife would love to buy a house, and this would make it possible. He'd train for two months, then spend four months in Afghanistan, then four months back at home, then wrap up the year with four months in Afghanistan. I hardly know what I think. It fills me with trepidation, but I can surely understand how much he'd like to provide his family with financial security. One thing I do know is that it is my job to support, and not to give an opinion in any case.