Still grateful for Liceo Boston

First Colombian Wedding

We were very excited to go to our first wedding in Colombia this weekend. Our sweet friend Paula got married. It was a beautiful ceremony, with a sermon that prompted a good discussion with our children about families roles, homophobia, and grace.





Our children were beautiful too.



Well, sometimes...

This one

Oh, Lydia you have taught us so much. I am sorry that so much of our parenting we have had to figure out on you. And yet, you have been the perfect one to come first.

You are changing so much. You continue to be goofy and obnoxious some times. You easily get the giggles. You can finally beat me at "spit." You like to have adult privileges and crave adult attention and conversation. You are a good friend. You are (generally) good to your brother and sister, and they love you so very much.



I can tell these days that you are moving into your body in ways that are new. Sometimes this makes you randomly fall down or trip. Sometimes I look at you and I cannot believe your grace and beauty. It takes my breath away.

I love learning to know you as you move out of childhood and into womanhood. It is an honor to watch you grow. And, as when you were a baby, I continue to be fiercely protective of your body and spirit, wanting to guard it from any potential ills you will experience.



Please know that even when your Dad and I cannot protect you, our love goes with you, no matter what. You will be supported through this time of growing and becoming who you are. Always.

For the last time...

This year the youngest got to stay home a couple extra days while her older brother and sister went to school. We relished in this time together, remembering the early days of preschool when we spent more time together...cuddling under the covers watching a movie, long walks, errands, tickle-fests, healthy snacks, and giggles. Good times.

Just a few more things we love about ciclovia

Snack booths: Biking makes you hungry, and all along the route there are people selling fresh juices, sliced fruit, steaming empanadas, and pastries.



Salpicon: A cold, fruity drink with pieces of papaya, mango, banana, strawberry, and melon. Like chunky smoothie, the literal meaning for this is "jumble."



New friends: It is so easy to meet people when you share a common interest in moving your bodies and being outdoors.



Jumpy things: This is especially thrilling when you have a broken wrist and you are forbidden every other form of exercise.



Bike Repair stops: Need a new tire? Some air?



Large group dance aerobics: This reminds me of super fun street dances I used to go to.



Did I mention that this is all sponsored by the city government? Did I mention that two million people participate each day? Our family has turned this event into a new Spanish verb: ciclovar: to go to Ciclovia, and now with every opportunity we can we proclaim "CICLOVAMOS!"

Back to school

It's that time again. Time to plant our feet, breath deep, search for strength, and let go. It is a time to prepare, to fill up with healthy food, soft socks, sharp pencils. Each year there is a twinge of sorrow mixed with the excitement of newness and anticipation for what is to be learned.

In the past, I have made it a habit to write letters to the teachers who will be spending their days with my children. I take the time to explain their nuances that have become so recognizable to me as a Mother, but would otherwise be hard to notice. I thank them for their commitment to teaching, for the honor of sharing my children with me. I re-assure them that we will do our part as parents, reinforcing what will be learned in the classroom, challenging our children to do the best that they can, processing the pains and frustrations of sticky social situations, helping them think critically and responsibly about the world.

In the morning, I fill them up, sing a song, say a prayer, and watch them wander off, closer to independence than what is comfortable for me. It is making them bigger and stronger for the world. They are expanding their circles of community beyond what I can provide to them. With each moment, they are broadening their perspective. They are finding their way.

I am proud of their ability to enter into situations of uncertainty.
I am proud of their ability to communicate what they need in a second language.
I am proud of the ways they take care of each other, peeking in a recess and sitting together on the bus.


They are growing in so many ways.

Dear God, please give them happy memories of these times together. As the seasons change, let them be open to change within themselves. Give them the tools they need to be a good friend, to grow in confidence, and to live in community with their classmates and teachers. And may they be released and welcomed with my love in as many ways as they continue to need it. Amen.

LOVE