Time has flown even when it felt as though it were dragging. Hope and I are ready to get this visit going! The room is ready; I put up the bubble decals and put on the lovely new bedding with the personalized pillow case. There’s still at lot for us to pick out: more shelving and storage, lighting and another piece of furniture. She tells me she has 11 boxes of stuff to ship here (so far), but Foster Mom assures me that some of those boxes are filled with foolishness, like nearly empty lotion bottles, that *may* get lost in transit. We’ll see.
I just can’t wait to give her a hug and bring her home. When we first decided on a two and a half week visit, it seemed like such a long visit. Now that the visit starts in three days, I am already sad about saying goodbye. My sadness won’t consume the joy of the visit, but just knowing that I have to take her back and not knowing when she will be home again just makes me sad.
I’m delighted to step away from work for a few weeks. I love my job; I really do. I think each of us, deep down, hopes that we are so important to our jobs and careers that stepping away for a while may cause near chaos for the folks around us. I know that life goes on without you though; the office will be fine, and I happen to be in a supportive environment where nearly everyone will respect my nesting time and leave me alone. Of course there’s always that one person from the planet Zoron who is dumb enough to call, but I figure I’ll deal with her when the time comes. I do have to give a speech early one morning during my leave; I couldn’t get out of it. Hope will get a chance to see new mom at work since she will have to tag along.
I have to also admit that I’m delighting in telling folks I’m going on leave because it gives me an opportunity to tell some colleagues I’ve known for years this special news. I’ve been with my office and my members for 12 of the last 16 years; it’s been very cool to just give a peek behind the veil of my life. I’m a new mom!
In other news…How is it that my lovely Hope, who has a beautiful singing voice and a natural gift for percussion, is so taken by the tenor saxophone? Don’t get me wrong, I love that she loves music. I love that she loves learning music. I love that she wants to try. I love that she wants to sing for me, and I love that she wants to play her sax for me.
But, oh my goodness, it really sounds like she’s killing a flock of geese when she plays. It’s sharp and flat and just…horrible.
There I said it. Yeah, I said it! Last night’s saxophone concert was in a word awful, but I oooh’d and ahhhh’d and clapped. I am practicing not grimacing because I don’t want to grimace in front of her—well at least not too much.
I have many friends with kids who have endured painful band and choir concerts over the years. I have seen their comments on social media. I heard the stories of would-be bleeding ears.
Reading Facebook comments and hearing the stories is just not the same as enduring it live. I have a new respect for these folks.
Wow, last night’s musical concert was a mix of what kind of sounded like Jingle Bells, St. Nick, Frere Jacques, and some other songs that I really, really struggled to make out but simply could not.
Lord knows, I love this child and want to nurture her gifts and talents. She wants to take band when she moves here and I totally support that move. But ABM is going to HAVE to get some noise cancelling ear buds (the all-out headphones will be much too obvious!).
I suppose it could be worse, she could be playing a straight wind instrument.