Saturday, August 25, 2007

No hands!

Jonah's been playing for a few years now so he knows the drill. He played hard. He had fun. Louisa is totally new to this game. She loves her outfit. We had one "goal" for her first game: Don't Use your Hands! If she uses her hands, the other team gets the ball. This makes her cry. Why?
Because she is sure the other team will take her brand new Cinderella-blue soccer ball home with them. I could not convince her otherwise. She never touched the ball.



I was ok until I saw the tattoo and cleavage

I take deep breaths and mutter, "I'm ok, I'm ok" as I try to remember the techniques I heard in a Lamaze class about a century ago. How bad can it be, after all? People do it all the time. Every year. And lots of them survive. In fact, I haven't heard of any fatalities from attending the first day of Jr. High. But still I mutter and hyperventilate. Seems no amount of logic can squelch the irrational fear that had an iron grip on my breathing organs. Pressing on, I manage to drive up to Willow Creek Middle School, ready to sacrifice my first born to the wolves. He says, "Really, mom, I'm ok. You can go. You don't need to come with me." I am compelled to go in. The mother part of me thinks that if I walk through the foreboding doors with him, I will be taking some of his anxiety and pressure. He says I will give him more anxiety and pressure. He's wrong. I know. I'm the mom. As we get in the school, he begs me to leave. I tell him I will not even let on that I'm his mother. His friend goes one way to pay his lunch money, while Anthony goes up the stairs to his locker. I call up to him, "Stay with Christian!" Then I immediately cover my mouth, knowing I had just done the unthinkable. Now he is sure he will be stuffed in a locker because everyone in Jr. High now knows that he has a mother. I decide I better leave before I do more damage. After talking to someone in the office about mistakes on his schedule, I leave. As I walk to the car repeating, "I'm ok. I'm ok. Breathe. I'm ok. I'm ok," I see a student with a full on tattoo the size of my head on her arm and Las Vegas cleavage arriving 3 minutes before the rest of her. No amount of Lamaze training can help me now. I pause for a moment, wonder how bad it would be if I grab him and pull him back to the car kicking and screaming. I opt for the more obvious solution. Praying for my son and promising myself chocolate, I cry all the way to work.

Tony has started Jr. High.

Monday, August 13, 2007

On doing hard things


Archery has not come easily to the Elison boys. The quest for the bulls eye starts when they are 8 years old and go to Cub Scout day camp. I have seen them watch other boys shoot with ease, making their struggle that much harder. So when Anthony signed up to do the archery merit badge last summer at Scout Camp, you can imagine my concern. He did part of it last year and was a bit disappointed. This year, Nate signed up. I was VERY concerned. He was the youngest boy there. He would be watching boys 2 years older than him do something that is hard for him. When he came home with only part of it done, he was disappointed. I told him he didn't have to do it while he's 11, maybe he should wait until he's 17. This weekend, our neighbor lent Blake an archery set and these pictures tell the whole story! Archery is now officially an "easy" and "fun" thing to do! They even tried to get their sister shooting. Nate finished his Archery merit badge and received it at his first Court of Honor along with 6 other merit badges.

I have been thinking of the transition from something dreaded and hard to something fun and easy. Is it a miracle? perseverance? hard work? or maybe a change of perspective? I have seen seemingly impossible situations turn around. Like when Boston, down 3-0 to the Yankees, won the pennant. It feels great to put your game face on and defy the odds.

Repeat after me, boys: I CAN DO HARD THINGS!!!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

MTC Trip

What a fun day we had with my nephew, Will, before he went into the MTC. I cannot believe that we won't see him until Anthony has his learner's permit. We were lucky he could come a day early. His cousins followed him around constantly. Had he turned around too suddenly, he would have knocked someone's teeth out. I was fine at the MTC until they started passing around tissues. I've never seen so many boxes of tissues! And as we left, there were large garbage cans ready to receive the crumpled up, mascara smeared tissue. All day long I've been wondering what he's doing. I loved the MTC and I hope he has an amazing experience.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

a whole new world

Inspired by my friends Cheryl W. and Heather D., I step into blog world. As my life has changed from "I need to get out of this house!" to "When will I have a full day at home?" I find myself out of touch with those who mean so much to me. Here's my attempt to a) stay in touch b) show off pictures of my crazy kids c) pretend like I keep a journal and d) blow off steam as I continue to raise Anthony, Nate, Jonah, and Louisa- my "anjls"- without their instruction manuals.