Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Rare
10 Pearls of wisdom from kids about parenting:
1. “Think about when you were a kid and don’t yell so much.”
2. “Be proud of me, even if I didn’t get all the answers correct.”
3. “Tell me a story about when you were a child.”
4. “Let me have a sleepover.”
5. “Say, ‘It would help if you did it this way, instead of ‘you’re doing it wrong.’”
6. Don’t spoil me and then yell at me for being spoiled.”
7. “Attend all of my special occasions.”
8. “Tuck me in and read to me.”
9. “If you get mad, remember to forgive me.”
10. “Never forget to kiss me goodnight.”
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
And more
I guess he will get used to wearing red now. It didn't seem to bother him once he put it on though. He still skated fast and was doing back crossovers like I have never seen him do them before...so fast.
Something about hockey...he just loves it. He told me afterwards that his favorite part of practice was playing circle tag.
He was cruising down the ice and his coached passed him the puck and he made a goal. Sweet...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Pokemon
Then yesterday after church, I went to pick up Morgen, since I had stayed home with little sick Markus, to take him to another tournament. This time it was up in Layton.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
H. P.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Fall
Some photos from Max's game today. He gets a sticker for his helmet every time he makes a tackle or an interception during a game. Although he told me today that sometimes they just get one for showing up and being prepared.
When Max plays defense, he is corner back. And no one gets around his block.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
School Carnival
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Darlin & Brian Boitano
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
More Photos
Sunday, September 20, 2009
A double dose of Football
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Oktoberfest
Friday, September 18, 2009
Hockey - Dr.
And didn't stop going after it...ever.
He loved playing sharks and minnows the best though, and can't wait to go to practice again. Just for that game.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Young & Old
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Rating and Conditioning
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Ripstick
Max was out practicing his ripstick today. I had to stop and video tape it, as I have tried to ride on his side-ways skate board contraption before, but couldn't get the hang of it. How does he do it so well? How are children so much better at learning new things than us old timers? They are not only better at learning new things, but better at handling grief as well.
Today when I took Markus into his class, I talked to his teacher about how the family of little Robyn were doing and she said they are devastated. How could they not be? But Markus and all his little class mates seem to be handling it or dealing with it I guess. I just stood there and cried after they all went into their seats...all except Robyn.
I came home and read her obituary and cried. And tried to think of something to do or say to help this family in mourning. I wrote something on the comment section and made a donation to the hospital in her name. But it all seemed rather trivial.
It will not help them.
It will only help me to feel like I tried to do something to help. Eventually. Right now I just feel like the world should stop. Someone is in pain. Someone will never see their little girl again, at least not in this life.
STOP!
I wanted to tell everyone coming into the school.
STOP!
I wanted to yell at the teller at the bank.
STOP!
But no one did.
They just kept doing what they were doing. I wanted to lower all the flags and have a moment of silence. In memory of those who are gone.
After school I picked up Morgen like I usually do, and since he gets out a half hour before the other boys, I drove over to Dan's. Which is our usual hangout after school. He likes their milk from Winder Dairy there and usually gets a cookie from the bakery. It is where about half of the school goes after school as well, as a whole group of girls said, "Hi Morgen" as we walked through the doors. He just smiled and walked on, in his typical manner. On Friday, September 11th though, this song was playing on the radio when we parked the car and I sat listening to it for a minute. When Morgen looked at me I said it was a good song for today, being 9/11. Thinking about how many of the victims of the twin towers would do something differently had they known what was going to happen.
Live each moment.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Questions?
The school social worker, Linda, met with the class and held a discussion in the class room. The school sent home a note encouraging me to take time to "talk to your child about THIS". What exactly does that mean...this? Robyn, her illness, her death? What her family must be feeling? How in the world am I supposed to know how to discuss any "feelings and questions that they might have"?!!! The note also said to feel free to contact the school if I have any concerns or questions. Oh, and that they appreciated my continued support of the school. Signed, The Principal.
What the heck?!! When I was driving the boys home from school Markus pulled the note out of his backpack and handed it to me over the seat. I was so saddened, shocked, concerned and overwhelmed with emotions. How had she died? Was it the swine flu, or some thing else? How are her parents, siblings, and friends feeling, and dealing with this? What could I do to help? I had to pull over, and breathe. Just breathe.
When I talked to Markus about what Linda had said in his class, he didn't remember. He said that she was going to read a book to them about death but that she had to leave so she didn't read it. I called the school and got the answering machine. I left a message for the school secretary. She hasn't returned my call. I looked online in the obituaries and found a lot of other sadness, but nothing more about little Robyn. I feel so helpless, I wish I knew what I could do to help this family that is dealing with such a huge loss. I can not even imagine.
I have only ever lost my grandparents, and they were all ready for it to be their time. My friend Katie lost her son to cancer when he was five, and when I went to his viewing, I couldn't even stand to look at the casket. I just hugged Katie, and she whispered in my ear, "This sucks!" and we both started sobbing. I am not even sure if this is making any sense, because I am crying again, just remembering it.
I don't have any answers to any of these questions. I do know that Katie is still remembering her little boy and that she has had two little boys since then. They did not replace him...but she finds joy in the little things about her boys and appreciates every moment she has with them. She knows that life is precious.