is a turbulent year that we close behind us. But a very good year. A year of a whole bunch of things, all these little things that are smiling and the normal daily, and also those big painful crises to which side it is difficult to pass. Children grow up, each develops its (double) personality. Everyone learns, and we learn along with them, we all make mistakes. This is improv, the approximation is not always comfortable, we do not really know where we go, but here we go. It surprised almost every day. Sometimes bad, sometimes good. When it is good we give ourselves pats on the back, when it is bad you wonder how we could get there. Things come and go, jostle each other and finally leave us little time to react, and it is like that. Each is built on these faults, avoidable or not. They are part of us, and also that we are moving forward.
A year of learning, travel, loss and rediscovery. A year colored by strong seasonal projects completed, others are emerging, professional achievements and policy challenges. A year not knowing which way to head it. One year I saw my children permanently abandon the age of small, rounded their babies, and to turn resolutely towards childhood, his questionings, his discoveries, obstacles, too.
Ms. Marshal brought joy to all teachers / educators / speakers she meets - wise, thoughtful, caring for others, reminding them that they must follow the instructions. Good student, never a word louder than the other kind. And yet she knows what she wants, knows who his friend (s), do not let them tell. She leads her boat, as it has always been independent, he happens to slip into a mold so remarkable at the same time it leaves nothing of his free will and independence of mind. A real cat, before whom I admire silent despite appearances - because you say it mania to perfection the art of annoy his neighbor. Increasingly clever with words, looks, turns of phrase. She seems very well accept the idea of a new baby, just talk to him often, give hugs, tells me what he whispers in your ear. Very time consuming, but very endearing.
My Young Turkey seeks and tries, testing the limits in a somewhat haphazard. The child reasonable, playful, gentle, laughing as I know at home is a little overbearing boss, rebellious, disobedient and defiant in the classroom. The mistress velvet-granola is a bit overwhelmed, especially to see his gentle methods do not work here. Quite a culture shock to be told that during a temper, we work to calm down with pictograms Flower (breathe in the fresh scent) and pen (for that blow flies) ... We are experimenting with gaps and inaccuracies in an education system that we do not know, especially in regard to boys. Another system would reveal other problems ... During the violin like him, who practices at least almost always end up in crisis of tears - when they do not start with an anxiety attack. And yet he seems to like to know something special - and more difficult - and do it well - and to show others. We all been there, the envy of release, smashing the violin against the wall, or clarinet, or piano, and go somewhere else if there is. He must learn to live with - and we must learn to support, encourage her to face the challenge rather than avoid it. All without getting discouraged ...
course is when children do not work quite the way we imagined, and is expected of them, we will return the most relevant. Are we too absent, busy with our work and the other volunteers / activists? About Us too demanding (His Eminence)? Not enough (me)? Children will always find some balance, but will grow crooked ...? And our balance to us, how? What dose of what to remove or add? Uninterrupted series of brief questions - I guess normal parents.
And then the little man or little woman who is coming in a few weeks will fit into this family perfectly normal and dysfunctional, and we look forward to. It hits a lot, it squirms, hiccups it 15 times a day and lives his life in the warmth. Conscious of my luck, and aware that this will probably be the last time I want to remember the gentle, quiet expectation, joy - pure and unwavering. I want to keep track of this ear turned inward, this state a little ethereal, a little also, somewhat privileged, these unanswered questions at any time of day, large and small, anxious or confident, as the time and the fatigue that accompanies it. These eyes softened, and other hostile or ignorant of all these people who do not rise more in the bus or subway, and the few treasures that make catching and their congeners. My eternal perplexity to these girls at the sight of a belly, launch immediately into the detailed history of their own pregnancies, their deliveries, all that to me is a fundamental part of the intimacy of a couple, and that feels empowered to spread happiness with a non- concealed, that of confidence about the tone of "the one who knows" ...
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