Sunday, May 29, 2016

Utah Youth

Araceli had her Utah Youth concert at Abravanel Hall recently.  I had enthusiastically signed up to be a chaperone backstage so I could relive my glory days.  Even though Utah Youth performed at Gardner Hall when I was in it.  But enough about me. 
Araceli and her stand partner Debbie, with a boy from another orchestra that Celi fell in love with in about 5 minutes backstage, (we can't remember his name) and a kid who jumped in the picture when I barked out, "Everyone scoot in!" 
Us being funny
Rehearsing Tchaikovsky"s 4th Symphony.  I've always been partial to the 5th, but this concert changed my mind.  They played it magnificently.
Grandma and Grandpa enjoyed the concert, even the new piece they played where it was all body percussion.  Araceli's orchestra didn't participate in that one, sadly.  It was the North American premiere of the piece, written by a British composer using clapping, slapping, voice, and body movements.  Ririe Woodbury helped them with choreography.  I love new music.  I feel like I understand the vocabulary of it, having played mountains of new compositions at Indiana.  I love it, especially when it's a premiere. 

I'm thankful Araceli is willing to do youth symphony.  She sometimes complains that "I'm following your dream, Mom, not mine."  I say, "Yeah.  Thanks!  You're the best!"  Don't worry, she's following plenty of dreams of her own.  She just wishes she were dreaming instead of driving to rehearsal at 8 am on Saturdays. 

Friday, May 27, 2016

Elusive Energy

Ruby had mono.  It's been a whole saga.  In the middle of it, we redecorated her room, as she needed a clean, comfortable place to sleep all day. :)  As a parent, I suppose I was channeling my nervous energy into the room, trying to control something in a world that was spinning out of control.  After the initial emergency room drama and diagnosis (Ruby had a high fever and her gut hurt, but not on the appendix side. Dr. Hoagland looked at her and sent her straight to Primary Children's. Her temperature was 104 and her spleen was about to burst), Ruby had high fevers all the time and just had to sleep.  All the time. She literally could not get up. If she pushed, her spleen, which is responsible for filtering infection, would swell and threaten to burst again.  After awhile, she was her old cheerful self, at least for a couple of hours a day until she crashed.
Ruby at the ER with a fever of 104.
She had said a few times, "I wish I could get hit
by a car, just a little bit, so I could be in the hospital
and sleep." She was that sick.

Looking back, she had been fighting this throughout the busiest time of the year, and I felt so badly.  She would come in the house exhausted at 9 or 10 pm, every muscle and joint hurting, and just flop on the couch and cry before picking herself up to start her homework.  She would push herself to the brink until midnight or so, then she was back up at 4 or 5 in the morning.  Yes, she needed more sleep, but this time of life isn't exactly geared for the amount of sleep teens actually need.  It's hard to keep up with all of it, but what would be harder would be NOT keeping up.  It would take two days, maybe three, of not keeping up before a high school student would be irrevocably behind.  Not only are scholarships and futures riding on their grades, but they have obligations to teams or groups or teachers that simply must be met.  This is life.  We all know flakes.  Their lives are complicated, and they complicate everyone else's lives, too.  You don't want to be a flake.

So when you get sick and drop every ball, it's hard.  Suddenly, you're that girl who didn't show up or had to cancel or missed important rehearsals.  Suddenly, all your A's are D's.  It happens so fast.  So Scott and I took Ruby out of school.  I emailed all of her teachers, which was so out of my comfort zone.  I never meddle with my high school kids' teacher-student relationships, but Ruby just couldn't do this.  I went from the mom who is all, "You're fine, take two of these and get in the car," to the mom who had to say, "No.  You can't do this.  You need to stay home and sleep."

And sleep she did. 20 hours a day. All of her teachers have been very helpful and generous.  I think a little bit of my Mama Bear came out, and I just asked for what Ruby needed instead of trying to help her accomplish everything.  I explained the situation and asked that she be excused from everything for the rest of the year.  She still ended up with a fair amount of homework.  Actually, a huge amount, but nothing compared to what she would have had to make up if she hadn't had such compassionate teachers.  Her seminary work is all on hold until next year, for example.  Her AP Psychology teacher gave her full credit for being there when she wasn't, which was major, as each class period after the AP test is 50 points.  That grade had gone from an A to an F within two days, so her teacher's help excusing those points was vital and much appreciated. Golda and I had to do a major English project while Ruby tried to contribute from her bed. She was too sick to even lift her head up, but her teacher still insisted that this big project be done.

This ordeal has been hard.  Every morning when Ruby is still in bed at 8 or 9, I have a tiny breakdown, cry for a minute, then move on.  Families are like living organisms, and if one part of that whole is down, it affects everyone. Tziporah has felt it.  One day, she lamented sadly, "Everything is different.  Ruby is sick and everything is different."  One thing that's not different is Ruby's giving, happy personality.  If she only has an hour of energy, she'll spend it on the kids.  And there has been a silver lining.  After the first few weeks, when Ruby didn't have the strength to even watch TV, she started coming out of it.  She got a free Netflix subscription and became addicted to Gilmore Girls.  Now it's a thing.  We're all hooked.  I hardly ever watch TV because frankly, I'm too lazy to turn it on and find a show.  But now, I look forward to seeing what those Gilmore Girls are up to every night, snuggled up with Golda and Ruby and any little kid who wanders in and snuggles up to Ruby, looking up into her serene face, searching for confirmation that everything will be OK.  In the moment that she looks down into their eyes and gives them a big, confident smile, I know it will be.


Ruby wasn't the only one who was tired!  Maria routinely breaks down a mile from home.  She's just addicted to coolant.  I came to rescue Ruby and give Maria her fix, when Ruby was on her way home from the Dance Company Soirree. Don't they both look lovely? :)







While I was at it, I did Victor's room...
and Sofia's room.  They arrive June 23, and we are ready!!  It's going to be a good summer.  Ruby will be recovered, and there will be nothing but fun, celebration and relaxation on the agenda.  Ah, bring it on!

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Come to Sunflower Seedlings Preschool!

Yes!  I am doing this.  Next school year, in addition to teaching preschool at the Refugee and Immigrant Center, I'll also be teaching at my home.  Teaching preschool this year has inspired me, and given me a desire to teach outside the parameters of the immigrant community.  Teaching both classes, one English-speaking and one with let's say nascent English skills, will help us at the refugee center identify areas where the immigrant kids are deficient, and where they are strong.

So please bring me your three- and four-year-olds, and let's learn.  The curriculum will be heavily centered on literacy and JOY.  Everything we learn is based in the fine arts, and it is FUN!  School is Tuesday-Thursday from 9:15 to 11:45, and it is $75 a month.  Class will be small, and is almost full, so let me know if you or anyone you know wants to secure a spot.  Thanks!  801-726-8685

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Seasons of Life

Golda has been in Megan Derrick's recital for a couple of years as a "special guest dancer and choreographer." She had a lovely solo and dances with some of the classes.  The theme was "Seasons of Life," so of course I wiped away tears throughout.  It opened with Megan picking her own baby up out of a bassinet and dancing with him.  It was so sweet!  The last scene was Golda hobbling on with her head covered, and an umbrella, as "Winter."  The children dance and Golda casts off her age and walks toward Megan who represents Spring, as the narrator talks about new beginnings.

Can you imagine how choked up I was?  First, because some of the Dance Company girls danced also, but Ruby was too sick.  Then, because Golda was so beautiful.  And because the subject matter was so timely.  Golda is casting off everything she has known, to start a new spring in Cantonese.  I'm so grateful for every little chance we have to see her dance.  Here's the solo.  It's frightening to begin a new season, when the one you're in is going so well, but that's how we grow.  Go grow, little dancer!




Sunday, May 22, 2016

Sunday Morning Rain

Aren't we lucky?  This is our view going into church.  These rocky, ever-changing mountains provide a constant backdrop to my faith, and my life.  I drive up and down this road constantly, and each time, I'm awed anew by the beauty.  Each time!  I feel so lucky to live here.
This morning we went to Music and the Spoken Word.  The rainy weather was just like what I imagine Scotland to be.  I may be delusional, but it's a good coping mechanism for a rainy spring to frequently remark, "Wow!  The mountains are so beautiful!  It's like we're in Scotland."  Then someone brings me back home, reminding me that we're HERE and we love it.

We didn't get into the Tabernacle, and if we had, we would have given up our seats to tourists, many of whom waited outside and ended up in the overflow theater with us.  A tip:  MSP is much less crowded during the winter months.  Today, we ended up siting next to a couple from Mainland China, very near to Hong Kong.  I feel like Golda's HK connection swirls around us, waiting to burst and rain blessings down on our family as well as the people in Golda's future.  That sounds hokey, but Hong Kong can be very rainy during monsoon season.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Achtung, Sweaters

The first time I shrank this sweater of Scott's, it became Ruby's. The second time, Ptolemy inherited it. He was quite a dapper little first grader in that nice boiled wool look. When Scott showed me the new version of the sweater, I said, "How did that end up in the laundry room? You know it's dangerous in there."

Oh, Scott knows. He washes his own laundry because, well, it's just safer that way. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE doing laundry, mostly because of the good smells. Fabric softner is like a soothing drug. So I like doing laundry, I just don't enjoy doing a particularly good job of it. If your clothes survive, they deserve to live another day. If not, there's always someone smaller waiting to claim them.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Costume Day


It's the best day of the ballet year!  I love my classes.  The longer I teach, the more I realize that it is about love.  What Shinichi Suzuki said is so true:  "When love is deep, much can be accomplished."  Conversely, nothing can be taught if there is no love.  Luckily for me, all I have to do with these precious dancers is reflect their love and enthusiasm back at them, and they grow like well-tended flowers, "blossoming even as we gaze."  I feel so much gratitude for their hard work and willingness to absorb everything I teach them.





Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Teacher Freestone

I wish my kids could have more days off from school.  It's fun to have them around.  I'm eagerly looking forward to summer!  Last week, Freestone went with me to Sunnyvale and to visit Nana.  He was a big help at school, playing with the kids and being my assistant.



This is Teacher Ray.  The kids love him.  In fact, everyone does!  He teaches ESL, so it's fun for the kids to have someone like Freestone to roughhouse with when Teacher Ray is busy with the adults.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Guitar Recital

We took an evening last week to enjoy Ruby's guitar recital. She did wonderfully. Roy is just a top notch teacher. We love him. After the reception, we took some fun pictures.