We've got Karoline...

Paddykari  On Friday afternoon, just before about a million people descended upon our house to wish Paddy farewell, Mike called a family meeting. The purpose, he explained, was to talk about how we were feeling with the whirlwind events leading up to Patrick's departure. We wanted to make sure that the little ones understood that he was going and that contact would be limited and they wouldn't see him for several months. Mike started with Karoline:

Kari, what do you think about Paddy joining the National Team?

I think it's totally not fair that he gets to go to school and I'm stuck here in preschool.

Nothing like a little laughter to break the tension.

Nick, what about you?

Well, I think it's cool that he's going to play for the National Team and I can brag about it tell all my friends that my big brother is on the US Team, but, [chin quivers, eyes fill], there won't be anyone big here to play backyard soccer with me. Paddy's totally cool...[dissolve]

Karoline pipes up: But you have me. I can play with you in the backyard. I'll make you happy.

On to Katie.

[crying] I'm going to miss him... [dissolve]

Karoline, again: But you have me! I will play with you and make you happy!

Stephen's turn.

What Nick said. 

Karoline, again: But you guys... you have ME!

And so it went. Karoline determined to make up for anything lacking in Paddy's absence.

Yesterday evening, I surveyed the state of my house which was absolutely showing signs of neglect. I sighed, "I guess I really do need to re-work the chore chart." I'd been putting it off and putting it off, not knowing exactly how to fill his shoes without completely overwhelming Mary Beth. "Ugh," I said to anyone within earshot, but mostly Stephen, "how in the world are we going to redistribute?"

Stephen shrugged, hoping against hope that he wasn't going to get extra chores.

That's easy! piped the golden-curled one. You have me. I don't have any chores on the chart, so cross out Paddy and write "K-A-R-I" Easy peasy.

So, if you happen by my house and glance at the chore chart on the refrigerator and wonder why my three- year-old is in charge of the mudroom,  the boys' laundry, the kids' bathroom,  wiping down the kitchen at the end of the day, and turning off the lights at night, it's because she wanted it that way;-).

And Karoline, don't worry when you get to that last light and you're too scared to turn it off and go upstairs in the dark. 

Paddy never did. He was scared, too.

Before He Goes for Real

It's going to be a quiet week.

...on the blog, that is; certainly not at home.

Patrick called from camp yesterday to tell us he's been invited to join the U17 National Team Residency Program for the year. He flew home last night and needs to let them know today.

He leaves to go live in Florida on Saturday.

I've been awake much too long and had far too many intense conversations to begin to convey the experience here. We're going to be very busy the next few days getting him ready to go.

In the mornings, he will train. In the afternoons, he'll be going to school at St. Stephen's, an Episcopal school in the area. When he's traveling, they will travel tutors with him. Today we begin gathering what he needs before he leaves. He's got a huge list of school supplies--including uniforms--definitely uncharted territory in this house.  I'm sort of grateful that the shopping will give me something to keep my hands busy and productive. It's a lot to do in a very short time, but maybe that's for the better.

In two weeks, he leaves for a ten day trip to Spain, the first of many international adventures this year. While in Florida, he'll be living in the dorms at IMG Academy, an elite sports training facility. You can read about it here. The alumni links are pretty interesting.

Paddy has always done things with intensity, usually earlier than anyone else. So, I guess this should not catch me by surprise the way it does. The thing about a gifted child, though--they tend to make themselves the center of the universe. We're all feeling a little knocked out of our orbits this morning.

So, it will be quiet on the blog the rest of the week, as we gather and prepare (and party a little). If you think of us, might I ask a particular prayer?

Patrick was born on a Sunday morning, just a little before noon. We were home by evening. Mike tucked me and the baby into our bed, with Michael and Christian on the other side of us. There was no room for him, so he went to sleep by himself in the spare bedroom. In the middle of the night, he came in and stretched his 6'4" frame across the foot of the bed. Half asleep, I asked him what he was doing.

"I missed him. I didn't want to be so far away."

And so it's been, for Paddy's whole life. Please pray for them.

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Daybook

Outside My Window

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A Rainbow.This was a few days ago, but still…

I am Listening to

Quiet baby breathing (don’t you dare tell me she isn’t a baby any more!)

I am Wearing

A George Mason soccer t-shirt and yoga pants—summer pajamas at their best.

I am so Grateful for

~A happy big boy off to Texas for a quick trip and then on to start his last semester of college.

~Silk creamer in cinnamon tea

~Tomato plants gone wild

~A teenaged boy tenderly caring for “his” roses and worrying what may become of them if they are left in my care for an extended period of time.

~Beach memories

I'm Pondering

What is your will for me, O God?

I await your plan.

I want to live only for you

and be guided by you always.

Grant that your holy will be done in me.

~St. Jane de Chantal

I am Reading

I’m previewing Middle Ages books and gathering and organizing literature choices for all ages these days. I admit to having done significant tinkering to my plan when two brown-eyed boys told me that they really wanted to study the Middle Ages AND have a book club with the boys across the street. Seriously, how often do you have 9 and 11 year-olds begging for a booklist? And how often do you happen to have homeschooling friends right across the street? Not very. I’m learning to seize the day.

I am Thinking

Way. too. much.

I am Creating

New chore charts. Right now, they are just in my brain. I’m waiting to see what happens with Paddy before committing anything to paper. But no matter what, I won’t have Mary Beth or Paddy at home in the evenings and Paddy will be gone at least three days a week. We need to do some serious overhauling of the distribution of labor.

On my iPod

Downloading so very much from www.myaudioschool.com. We’re going to be doing quite a bit of listening to literature in the car this year.

Towards a Real Education

I was going to start “school” this week, but we’re expecting five GMU soccer players to come in on Wednesday and Thursday and stay until move-in on Sunday. Michael and Mike will be in Dallas early this week. Christian has to work. Then, next week, Nicky has soccer camp from 10:30 – 12:30 and Stephen has it from 4-6. Kind of hard to find that rhythm. We’ll start a few things, if for no other reason than I really want to play with the CM organizer in action;-).

Towards Rhythm and Beauty

Still really working on clearing out clutter. The aforementioned houseguests are inspiring cleaning of the dreaded basement.

To Live the Liturgy

This is a very lively and lovely liturgical week.

Monday the 9th: St. Teresa Benedicta (Edith Stein) who is much quoted in Real Learning.

Tuesday the 10th: St. Lawrence (this was my parish in high school and the church where I was married)

Wednesday the 11th: St. Clare

Thursday the 12th: St. Jane de Chantal who is much quoted in Small Steps.

Saturday the 14th: St. Maximilian Kolbe

Sunday the 15th: Solemnity of the Assumption

Big week.

I am Hoping and Praying

For my mother who has eye surgery tomorrow and for my father-in-law who has heart surgery on Friday and my father, who is scheduled for knee surgery.

For Michael, who has some big things on his calendar this week.

In the Garden

Patrick did some major pruning and lots of weeding. The roses continue to boom and the tomatoes are quite profuse.

Around the House

Someone please tell my why it’s so much easier to keep house at the beach. I cooked (every single meal), I cleaned, I did laundry.Why is it so much moreat home? So much more…

From the Kitchen

Watermelon, lots of watermelon. And we’re going to pick peaches and raspberries and corn this week. It’s going to taste like summer right up until the very end if I have anything to say about itJ

One of My Favorite Things

Weekends when Mike gets to stay home the whole weekend and  none of the kids “have to” do anything.

Sarah Annie this week

Chatter-pie, she is. Talk, talk, talking, all the time. She’s going through a definite “mommy, mommy” stage, where she won’t let me make any sudden moves away from her. Mostly, I’m good with it. I have definitely learned how short these stages are. There will be plenty of time away – later.

A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week

Michael wraps up his internship tomorrow with some interviews, and then,

Well, there’s the soccer B&B thing and Mike and Michael jetting to Dallas to have all sorts of fun with my-friends-first without me.

And all those feast days.

And peach picking.

And more time with the CM organizer (I think I'm an addict).

And a total revamp of menu plans to reflect the fact that no one will be home to cook at least three days a week this fall…

Picture thoughts:

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Morning Walk

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It didn't begin as a new habit, really. Instead, it was a bit of serendipity. A wave of hot, sticky days--too hot and sticky to play out of doors. A mother who was ready to add more exercise to her day and was eager, too, to be outside, instead of only pedaling away on a bike that goes nowhere. I needed to bike alone, but I needed, also, to breathe in fresh air and laughter of children. And, so, early one morning, while looking at the forecast, I made a decision: if the temperature was going to soar into the 90s and above for ten days (and beyond?), we'd have to get out early or none of us would ever get out at all.

Right after breakfast, I made the announcement. Everyone was to get walking shoes; everyone was required to come along; everyone was to be cheerful. Karoline and Sarah Annie each had a stroller. Off we went!

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We traveled a neighborhood trail, roughly two miles along wooded areas, grassy areas and a lake. We talked the whole way and watched for wildlife.  When we returned home, we settled into the living room, lit a candle and had some morning prayer time. The day was off to a great beginning. The time? 9:00.

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It occurred to me, after the third day of this "routine," that I rather liked beginning the day with my children this way. I'm three months into my personal morning habits. The rhythm is well-established: exercise, prayer, shower, dress, tea, Bible. All before 7:30. Even if the day unravels from there, I can still take comfort in the fact that I got to those things. When I considered my personal routine in light of the new habit that was unfolding, it dawned on me that the acquisition of habits could be a layering. Habit upon habit, I could build into each segment of the day the rhythm I desired. This morning walk was the next layer.

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The walk suited all of us.

I loved that we were all together. it was just the right amount of physical exertion to wake us, help us focus, and energize the day. The out-of-doors time gave birth to all sorts of conversations and observations. Nature study happened, well, naturally:-). There were questions to ask and answer. There were rocks to throw, flowers to sniff, and ducks who begged us to quack back--all in our own backyard. This was the world waiting to be explored. These were the plants and animals my children should be able to name.

This habit found us and we are eager to embrace it. Our nature study time is set now. A walk to get things started, home for Morning Prayer, and then nature notebooks to record what we saw along the way (cameras tend to come with us on walks:-). This will be the way we begin our days--from now on, well into the school year, and until it's absolutely too cold to venture forth even if bundled. And why not?DSC_0648

Our first thought with regard to Nature-knowledge is that the child should have a living acquaintance with the things he sees.

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Let them once get touch with Nature, and a habit is formed which will be a source of delight through life.

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She will point to some lovely flower or gracious tree, not only as a beautiful work, but a beautiful thought of God, in which we may believe He finds continual pleasure, and which He is pleased to see his human children rejoice in.

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Let us, before all things, be Nature-lovers; intimate acquaintance with every natural object within his reach is the first, and, possibly, the best, part of a child's education.

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Beauty is everywhere--in white clouds against the blue, in the gray bole of the beech, the play of a kitten, the lovely flight and beautiful colouring of birds, in the hills and the valleys and the streams, in the wind-flower and the blossom of the broom.

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What circumstances strike you in a walk in summer?

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By-and-by he passes from acquaintance, the pleasant recognition of friendly faces, to knowledge, the sort of knowledge we call science.

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 He begins to notice that there are resemblances between wild-rose and apple blossom, between buttercup and wood-anemone, between the large rhododendron blossom and the tiny heath floret.DSC_0613

He must be accustomed to ask "why?"--Why does the wind blow? Why does the river flow? Why is the leaf bud sticky?

 
 

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Every child has a natural interest in the living things about him which it is the business of his parents to encourage.

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It is infinitely well worth the mother's while to take some pains every day to secure, in the first place, that her children spend hours daily amongst the rural and natural objects; and, in the second place, to infuse them, or rather to cherish in them, the love of investigation.

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The boy who is in the habit of doing sensory daily gymnastics will learn a great deal more about the beetle than he who is not so trained.

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We are awaking to the use of nature-knowledge, but how we spoil things by teaching them!

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The child who learns his science from a text-book, though he go to Nature for illustrations, and he who gets his information from object lessons, has no chance of forming relations with things as they are, because his kindly obtrusive teacher makes him believe that to know about things is the same as knowing them personally.

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All quotes are Charlotte Mason, taken from the excellent book Hours in the Out-of-Doors: A Charlotte Mason Nature Study Handbook, available at Simply Charlotte Mason.