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January 15, 2010December 17, 2009First Report CardOur chicken is in Junior Kindergarten and brought home her first report card. She didn’t tell us of course, we found it on the floor, just outside the main bathroom. It’s clear EM had other things on her mind. It’s not so much a report card, as a report folder. Parents are asked to return the signed report cover to school. The school’s motto is: do your best through truth and courage. And, for a quick moment, our heart’s raced as we opened the front cover. We stared at the report card and read the comments aloud. Dev raced to call his mom. I’m now online.
And on one occasion, informed her teacher Miss V: I can balance on one foot, and I am balanced because I eat all my vegetables. I am good at making the number four and want to get better at riding bikes. Her favourite senses are smell and taste: I liked smelling and tasting because I liked making applesauce and tasting sweet things, but I don’t like tasting walls. Our home may be filled with crayons, markers and sparkles; she’s attended art classes at the Victoria Art Gallery since she was 18 mos old. And we have had, on more than one occasion, a lengthy discussion about drawing on walls - but in class we learn that she rarely participates in craft sessions, responding with a polite “no thank you.” The report card gives us a glimpse into our daughter’s world. This green folder, casually strewn on the floor, marks the beginning of her academic struggles and triumphs. EM is now fast asleep. I am typing in the dark and reveling in the wonder of it all.
September 2, 2009When Death Comes - Mary Oliver
When death comes to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: And therefore I look upon everything and I think of each life as a flower, as common and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, and each body a lion of courage, and something When it’s over, I want to say all my life When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
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