Friday, April 15, 2011
7 Quick Takes Friday
Yesterday, I was stressed out. We had taxes pending. We had a party to plan for Friday night. There were eight loads of laundry sitting on my couch and a host of chores that would eventually demand more attention than I wanted to give. My seven year old son asked me to listen to him read. I didn't want to. I wanted to go down and just sit and stop. I gave a feeble excuse. "I need to clean up and get ready for your party tomorrow." He gave a soft smile. "That's okay Mom. Can I read to you Saturday night?" and I thought about how it came to be that he is so used to my "having things to do," that he is scheduling a date for showing me and sharing with me his love of a book. It was hard not to cry, part gratitude for his seemingly endless eagerness and part sadness that I so often put off the greater portion of what is offered in favor of those that keep me anxious. You can guess what I intend to do this Saturday Evening.
My son is going to prom. I'm happy and excited for him. Tomorrow we pick up the tux and flowers. On the National Catholic Register, there was an article asking about the virtue/vice in letting one's kid go to this American high school ritual. Concerns ran the gamut from risque dress and illegal/immoral behavior to inappropriate music and peer pressure. Admittedly, I hadn't felt any of these concerns and wondered if it was a case of me being asleep at the switch about the moral development of my teenager(s). I remember prom and the music and have to think, somehow they, like their parents before them, will survive youth; souls intact even if they have to face the lyrics of Lady Gaga.
We have just finished our last cake for the string of birthdays that required a home and friend party. What a relief. I'm especially proud of the homemade quality of the past two parties. Pizza, cake and games. It struck me that kids these days rarely get to have a pick up game of hide and seek or freeze tag or dodgeball, even at birthdays as most are now "event" parties. I admit, I've done the bowling, Shadowlands, soccer camp, mini-golf and swimming parties, but being able to let six boys hopped up on cake explode outside into games of duck duck goose and a scavenger hunt was fun to watch.
4. The Anchoress and New Advent
Both linked to the piece I wrote here and submitted to Catholicmom.com, the Very Necessariness of Everyone. I'm honored and psyched to have been noticed.
5. Helen Sighted Daily
In an attempt to get back into writing more seriously, I've taken to opening Helen daily to look at it, even if it is just to tweak a paragraph. It is helping me to see better how I need to keep her at the front and center, she is always there. Part of writing Helen has been to better understand how beauty is a virtue; because it is necessary on some level and feeds part of us that hungers beyond mere basics. It speaks to the heart, body and mind to be in the presence of beauty, a sunset, the ocean, a baby's whole smile, a perfect rose, the familiar weight and feel of a spouse's hand in yours; beauty always draws us in, hopefully always draws us deeper.
6. The Hobbit
Saw a video posted by Peter Jackson from the set. The original cast includes returns from LOTR. I am beyond geeked out and psyched. I want the movie done now. Now. Now. Now. I need my fix and even watching back to back to back with commentary what I've already seen won't do the job. Just saying I'm really ready for this movie, so I can go feast on his film making in a story I have loved since I first heard it/read it. (Dad introduced it to me).
My daughter upon giving up Huggies and being potty trained has decided that every ten minutes or so, she needs hugs. The other day, we were at Target getting party supplies and a woman rode by on one of those motorized carts. She stopped by our aisle as there was another person pushing carts the opposite direction. My four year old decided that meant she needed a hug. The woman's face lit up at getting this unsolicited tenderness. It was a sweet moment.
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