Around here these days

Have I told you that G is rocking a goatee these days? He looks good with it--a little like Steve Jobs with maybe a little Lenin thrown in there as well (?), but in a good way. I like it. Originally he said "I'm just going to keep it until Sunday and then shave it off" but then when Saturday night came he said with a grin, "What I meant to say is that I would re-evaluate on Sunday." I need to photograph it for show-and-tell purposes. He just bought a stand-up paddle board for us to use on the lake but it's starting to get a little chilly. Thank goodness for our supersuits, guys!

Lauren has found a job as a waitress here, mostly working the lunch shift (which is perfect for both sleeping in and having a social life, I hear). As soon as we figure out what's wrong with her computer, she'll start writing up her paper on her India research. (Fingers crossed they can get the computer to work...it has all her interviews and data on it.) She's also finishing up her mission papers and will likely be able to submit early next week. Woohoo! We're excited for her and proud of the openhearted, searching way she approached the decision. I was chatting with Sarah, whose daughter is heading to the Paris mission soon, and she mentioned that they're paying particular attention to matching language skills to calls with the new, shorter training time. What do you think 4 years of Latin, a semester of Arabic, and a semester of Telegu (an Indian dialect) will mean, mission-call wise? Ha! She definitely didn't choose practical languages, that one, but they have been interesting.

Maddy is in the thick of IB pressures and assignments: oral presentations, research papers, exams--so much so that I don't have a photo of her lately (besides the games one below). She's juggling it well, though. Her favorite place to study is the National Library and she makes her way over there 3-4 times a week, usually by bus or bike. Since the school doesn't offer Spanish (which she had taken since 6th grade), they arranged for her to have a private tutor in place of a language course. I love listening to their conversations floating in from our dining room every week. Sometimes a little editorial observation about our family slips into Pablo's lessons: last week, he included in his dictation a passage about how "your sister is very happy." (If you've ever heard Lauren's loud contagious laugh, you'll appreciate that one.)

Sam--oh my goodness--he's growing rapidly. We about look eye-to-eye at this point. He's playing tennis for his school sport and gamely wearing his winter uniform to school now, which includes suit coat and tie. (I'm not sure which is more dreaded: shorts with knee-high socks in the summer or suit and tie and v-neck sweater in the winter?) He's going to sit for piano exams in the spring (such a different system here from what we're used to) so he's been practicing up a storm lately. And singing with school choirs. And doing scouts, as troop leader.  He recently got invited on the DaVinci decathlon team, which is an Australian academic competition program (like a more junior College Bowl, maybe?).  Coming up soon: braces, round two! (This time I'll make sure to give him notice, though.)

I'm enjoying this full nest period. So much. We've been through the coming-and-going process enough times that I do not take this for granted. Game nights. Just everyone chatting and laughing, piled on the sofas. Singing together, even, people! I think we all just realize that these are golden, fleeting months for us so they're game and open to togetherness requests. Like the singing.

Let's see, what else? There have been lots of errands and together time with Lauren during her reentry here, job search, and mission papers prep. I've been writing quite a bit and feel a renewed pull to spilling out words. (I just wrote about our beloved mother/daughter middle school book group on Nest & Launch with an interview with the fantastic Sharon the librarian. It made me teary just remembering about those days.) I recently finished reading Life After Life by Kate Atkinson, which I LOVED. You should read it.  And, if you don't mind some strong language and a little racy-ness (some of you do, some won't), I also highly recommend The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer (Angela Hallstrom's review of it was spot-on, here).  Now I'm reading or re-reading Kate Atkinson's Case Histories, depending on whether I actually read it before. It feels kind of familiar but I can't really remember it for sure. Oy. 

Not everything is lost

This lovely poem has been making the rounds lately*. And understandably so; it's a gem and I had to share, too, in case you hadn't yet seen it:

Gate A-4
by Naomi Shihab Nye

Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed for four hours, I heard an announcement: "If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately."

Well--one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.

An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. "Help," said the flight service person. "Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late and she did this."

I stooped to put my arm around the woma and spoke to her haltingly. "Shu-dow-a, Shu-bid-uck Habibti? Stani schway, Min fadlick, Shu-bit- se-wee?" The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for major medical treatment the next day. I said, "No, we're fine, you'll get there, just later, who is picking you up? Let's call him."

We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and would ride next to her--Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her? This all took up about two hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life, patting my knee, answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies--little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts--out of her bag--and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the lovely woman from Laredo--we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There is no better cookie.

And then the airline broke out free beverages from huge coolers and two little gils from our flight ran around serving us all apple juice and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend-- by now we were holding hands--had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing, with green furry leaves. Such an old country tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and I thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in that gate--once the crying of confusion stopped--seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too.

This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost. 


I first saw it on Cheryl Strayed's blog and then posted on Facebook (thanks, Jennie!) 

Paddlin' Madeleine

Let's say you're just shy of 17  and your family moves you to a new country. You leave behind your spot in school government, favorite friends and activities (even your favorite subject, American history), your driver's license,  mentors, network...you get the picture.  Welcome to Maddy's world.

To her credit, she dove right in. Some pouting would have been completely justified, in my opinion, but nope. I've been really proud watching both M and Sam embrace life here, make the most of the move, and start new things. Dragon boats was a new-to-us sport that Maddy took up when we arrived. Turns out, if you choose a fairly obscure sport you might even end up at nationals at the end of the season!

Unlike rowing, dragon boaters face forward and use short paddles rather than long oars. The fronts of the boats have the heads of dragons and the backs have tails. In addition to 18-20 paddlers, there's a drummer keeping time and a sweep on the back to steer.

Sam and I went up yesterday to watch them compete. It was a windy, beautiful day at the Sydney Olympic Regatta Centre. Those teams really had to work hard against the wind and plus it was a brisk fall day. Today it's raining and miserable and the last few races have been canceled so she's on her way home a bit early with her team. Brr. 

This and that

We are on fall holidays here for the next two weeks so we all woke a bit later today to the heavy, sad news about the explosions in our home city, Boston. Oddly, it makes me want to be there and participate in the healing and coming together that is already happening. 10,000 miles is a long way away but even so, I gave extra tight hugs to my kids this morning. We're just heartsick about it but glad to hear from friends who are safe.

Pixely but happy phone photo

Pixely but happy phone photo

This last weekend was general conference weekend in Australia. It's delayed a week here since we're a day ahead and so the live feed doesn't work out. We spent a lot of time sprawled out on the family room floor, taking notes and napping and grazing on good food and inspiration. (We've also lately been watching seasons of West Wing together...we treat it as a little dose of American civics education that they're missing at their Aussie schools.)

Lauren arrives home on Saturday from India. I think she's loved every single minute of it but it's good timing, since she also reports feeling the tiniest bit trunky. My mama heart is so grateful for her safety and for the close kinship she's developed with her housemates there. And we're thrilled that we get to keep her here until August--the five of us, together for a few months! 

Our first weeks of Nest & Launch have been really fun and gratifying. Thank you to all of you who have clicked over to check us out. I'll be back here more often now that we've got a routine down and things are rolling over there--I post Mondays and Wednesdays and alternating Fridays and Sarah does Tuesdays and Thursdays and the other Fridays. She did a terrific interview with Cathy Zielske that brought some (thousands of!) new visitors over the last week. We've got some good plans brewing for future posts and interviews and guest posts (and if you ever have an idea for writing a guest post there, drop me an email!) We really feel passionate about creating an online neighborhood for parents of older kids and teens. Viva las mid-stage parents!  

That's about it for now. Sam's practicing the piano (he has a lesson later this afternoon) and Maddy's about to leave to meet friends for a movie matinee. Life goes on in its lovely, heartbreaking, exquisite way.