In Which Summer Flies By

So Zach graduated this year, by himself. He is quite a dashing young man with his black hair and all. We threw him a grad party; pizza, chocolate cake and baseball. It doesn't really get better than that. My mom came out, all the while wondering if Aunty Rosalie would die while she was here.

The end of June we took the bestest ever camping trip way up north (same old, same old) with Rennie & Bren and their family and Ster. It was truly the best. We had hot hot days. One evening while I was showering in the dark the fireflies flitted overhead and the loons song echoed around me. We had a bear in our camp; a young-ish black bear that was interested in old food and not us. Bren and I sang campfire songs loudly to it and bravely chased it away with a stick!

A week later Pat took the youth boys camping at the same spot, rain and cold the whole time. Then Wyatt and I hitched a ride with Jason and Miranda and their four kids and we did another camping adventure with them. We had such a good time. They were good sports, for sure, never having so much as tented before. It was a real deep dive from the safe shore for them. They said they loved it. And that's what counts.

And then. Hold your breath. We went camping again. To the same lake, this time with Arlen & Jodi, Bri, Justyn & Nicole, Chris n Mik. It was so great!! Our 'regular' spot was taken so we took a much smaller space around the corner and pitched our tents in rather close proximity to each other! But it turned out great! Some highlights from this trip were watching a bear swim from one island to another, eating wild strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and gooseberries (there is simply nothing that beats wild fresh berries), the large fish jumping at night (hmm, where are Colby and Zach anyway?!), and bootin' it outta there when the skies were fair and lovely because of a storm coming. And were we ever glad. We got some cute little cabins in town that night and when the winds came up and the lightning flashed one old tree landed on our cabin. We were glad we weren't in our tents.

We had so many meals around our own little campfire at home, as well. We watered garden. We hosted teachers prep. We worked and played, fished and picnicked. Mowed the yard and went swimming.

The last week before school started Alex spent the week with Pat's mom (and some of that time with us), Grandpa Esau hurt his back again and no one else was home to pick up the scattered pieces except us and we spent every day at school or shopping for school. It was truly a three in one deal. But we managed. And even kept a bit of humor intact.

And just like that it's fall. The nights are cold and it gets dark so soon. Colby and Zach are both enrolled in grade 10 online which has proven to be a little larger than I had imagined. Wyatt is in grade one. Some days my head spins. But most days we are so joyful and grateful to be where we're at; frying pancakes early in the morning, picking huge bowls of ripe tomatoes and peppers, canning up apple sauce, juggling calls with public school teachers and all.

In Which Wyatt Goes To School

I'm trying to do a bunch of free writes. Hopefully I can joggle the old brain and see if I can write again.

So Wyatt started school on September third. I want to capture these moments. He's six and a half, not super tall, very slim and fast and wiry and fun. He's reading short children's books. He's self taught in his reading but has quite a propensity for large words. He is my only child who has done this.

Some things I worry about with him starting school is how sensitive he is. He gets embarrassed over the minutest things. And how in charge he is. Will he boss the whole school around? My other two boys are followers and quieter people. This one is in charge. This one is the alpha male.

Another thing that's a little hard with him is that he still struggles with asthma tendencies. He's so very much better than when he was a baby inhaling baby powder and Raid. But he still gets a fever instantly and a serious croupy cough that can turn asthma-ish without his medicine. And so, of course, I'm this mama that doesn't know when to send him to school. If I was willing for him to bring his puffer and use as needed I suppose he would be fine. But the puffers scare me and I go natural with him as long as possible. I guess his teacher is his fine and lovely cousin who would learn the puffers if I wanted her to but... we shall see.

PARENTING IS NOT FOR THE FAINTHEARTED.

I'm sorry. I yelled. But this whole thing of sending another feisty handsome man through nine grades of school scares me. And it's almost funny, starting again in the youngest class. We've been used to upper grades for quite some time. Also, I'm glad we don't have a year of no school children like some of our friends.

On we go. Making little lunches. Home for early bedtimes. Cuddles and stories together. And listening to all the funny stories that come home from school.

Did I mention that this child talks far more than my other two put together?

It's interesting.

the big 4-0

so here i am.
middle aged. i never would have guessed that i would be so much my little girl, sixteen-year-old, gone through all the things self. i'm still me. just older. hopefully a little bit wiser.

i absolutely loved my birthday. i think it was the best one i've ever celebrated. i felt loved and special. and i let myself totally love the idea of being forty. no holding back. bring on the next forty years!

my people went out of their way to make it a special day. we had a big fancy tea party at pat's mom in the morning. complete with mini baked cheesecakes with fancy paper lace liners and all the loveliest toppings. all the things in white and lace and pink and gold. old fashioned tea cups and hot tea in china tea pots. fruit and dip. and mini quiches. pink lavetera and white mums. so many lovely gifts.

so many grateful thoughts. i am so very blessed.

my goals for the future:
aging gracefully, gratefully, happily
smiling
thinking a little bit longer before i speak
practicing the 'they meant it well' outlook

things i'm especially grateful for at 40:
a great marriage
3 great kids
that we're as far down the road with our kids as we are
old friends
true friends
my mom and sisters
my dear mother (in law)
Jesus

things i'd like to learn and do:
make sour dough bread
volunteer again in palliative care
start my own coffee/fabric shop
get my GED
take a course on writing
take a course on excel/word
refinish our table
paint our bedroom furniture
update our kitchen
change my garden spot
raise lots of breeds of hens

I am from.....

I am from leather couches
from kuerig machines and induction stove tops.
I am from the charming two story farmhouse
fresh bread baking and essential oils.
I am from the manicured lawns of underground sprinklers,
old gnarled maples and stately elms,
perennial beds with old wagon wheels perched close.

I am from evenings sitting around the fire
and meals at consistent times every day,
from Klassen and Isaac,
from quiet humor and impulsive story telling
and a giant heart for the down and out.

I am from voices full of inflection while reading
and 'it will all be better in the morning'.
I am from large Christmas gatherings.
I am from Grande Prairie, AB and German Mennonites,
roast beef in a crock-pot and rhubarb crisp with ice-cream,
from manly interest in planes, dirt-bikes, drones,
a tableful of men discussing mechanics,
tents, axes, jackknives and guns,
a favourite island on Otter Lake,
loons, bear, wild strawberries and pounding falls.

These Days

• First day of school for my littlest boy. I need a dozen emojis.
• coffee with Melanie, our tradition for the first day of school. And this will be our last year as this is her girls last year in school.
• FALL - I'm not sure at all how we hit September so quickly. But here we are with colored leaves and chilly nights and fresh corn on the cob.
• Last week I managed a three in one week; a week of helping/visiting Grandpa Esau once or twice a day, a week of Alex, and a week of school prep and shopping.
• My two oldest are officially enrolled in grade 10. I have no idea how this will go.
• Our two oldest got baptized in August.
• These two have both worked full time all summer. Praises be.
• We totally outdid ourselves with camping trips this summer. I shall write about them all someday. I hope.
• I am so excited to go forth from here...