This week has not been the easiest. Today marks one year since Jeff lost his Dad, and it’s almost been a year since Jeff lost his job. And while there have been some freelance gigs since, we are really feeling the burden of not knowing when something more permanent will come along. It’s safe to say that this has been the hardest year we’ve shared together.
But there is light.
I have taken some time for myself and have started running again. This week alone I have gone on three runs for about 16 miles total, taking me through White Clay Creek State Park in Delaware (where we were for Thanksgiving), around the tip of Manhattan and over the bridge (Manhattan, not Brooklyn) and all through Brooklyn Bridge Park. I’ve enjoyed getting out and breathing the cold air, listening to music and feeling accomplished afterwards.
Arthur has started to read! One night this week, at bedtime, he asked me if I wanted to read one last book with him. Jeff had already read a chapter of Harry Potter, but I said “yes” anyway. Arthur then proceeded to read this entire book to me, front to back, by himself all the while beaming with pride. After each page he stopped and gave me a kiss. Since then he’s been reading us a book each night, filling us all with joy and pride. Julian proclaimed, “You’re the smartest 5 1/2 year old I know!” Also, when Arthur sounds out unknown words, he sounds very much like Dory speaking “Whale.”
The one thing Arthur wanted to accomplish this year was to learn how to read, and ta-da! It’s November and I guess summer break can come early. We’re done for the year.
Julian is loving his piano lessons so much. He practices each day, without a reminder from us. He is so ambitious and cheerful in his work, and he looks forward to seeing his teacher every week. They have such a sweet bond, and I feel lucky that we found him (and that the piano studio is right across the street from our house).
Also, Jeff finally has a bandmate under his roof. Now we just have to get Arthur that drum set…
Sometimes the days are long, the weeks even longer, but the months and years just fly by. I am reminded every day by how fleeting this time is, by how quickly the boys grow.
This year definitely brought us down, but I try to see the light in the small things and of course in my three guys. Onward!