Three Adventures
Three adventures today, as varied as imaginable.
With the Boy, breakfast is always an adventure. He wakes up with the same declaration: “Dość!” which is “enough” in English. Enough sleep, enough fasting, enough of the crib. Just enough. And the second exclamation is always the same as well: “Cheerios!” And then it’s an endless train of food. Today, eggs, a small sausage, more cereal, and a bit of fruit. He can easily out-eat L these days.
The second adventure was after dinner, when L and I went out with camera in hand and discovered that we had not one but four cucumbers ready, the firstfruits from our garden. It’s our first year growing cucumbers, and we’re both shocked at how well they grow, and how much the bear. We’ll be making pickles, salads, and eating them straight from the garden until we’re utterly sick of them.
The final adventure: Bobiwa. That’s Bob the Builder in E-ese.
“Can we build it?” we ask.
“Es we caaa!” he chirps in return.
A construction crew is putting up a new fast food restaurant near the grocery store we frequent, and so E and I headed over to look at the equipment while K and L picked up a few items.
With school out and paperwork complete, daily adventures like this await us.
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First Day at the Pool
Empathy
Laundry
“G, oh G, why did you do this?”
I was in the kitchen, having just returned from taking out the compost and checking on our garden — removing suckers from the tomatoes, looking in wonder at just how prodigious our cucumber plants will be, winding our bean stalks around the twine they’re supposed to be wrapping themselves around — and so I was confused. “What did I do?”
“You mixed the dirty clothes in with the clean.”
“No, I didn’t. I was in the garden.”
All eyes fell on E, our little helper.
Goodies for the Teachers
Gifts for the Teacher
Eating Meatballs
A Reading
L spent much of these last few weeks in school working on a book during class writing time. All students were required to write their first book, and K and I were pleased and proud that L’s topic had only very little to do with Frozen.
Dzień Dziecka
We were in the backyard, blowing bubbles, chasing bubbles, popping bubbles — just a bit of outside time between our return from Mass and the Boy’s nap time.
Suddenly, Mama appeared.
“I’ve got surprises for you two!” she said, in Polish of course. “Today is Dzień Dziecka.”
It sounds so much more natural to me in Polish: Children’s Day. Nah. Dzień Dziecka. In the States, we only have Father’s Day and Mother’s Day; Poland adds Children’s Day, Grandparents’ Day, Siblings’ Day, Uncles’ Day, Aunts’ Day, Cousins’ Day, Second Cousins’ Day, Cousins’ Twice Removed Day. Well, perhaps not to that degree, but they don’t stop at just two family days.
One could argue that every day is Children’s Day, especially in big families. Still, it’s nice to have an excuse to give kids a little something to make them smile, like new books or a new train for a growing Thomas collection.
Measuring Success
They come in as strangers, and by now, their reactions and behavior are almost predictable. I have only a few more days with these students who’ve undergone so many transformation in less than a year, and then soon, they’ll be strangers again. One or two will send an occasional email, that’s certain; I’ll see one or two here or there every how and then. Some have younger siblings, so I’ll see them at awards nights in the future or in the car line if their sibling is the first dropped off. The rest, though, disappear for all intents and purposes, as I repeat the process next year, learning new names, new faces, new habits.
How do I know if it’s been a successful year, though? What metric allows me to make this determination? Is a letter from a student enough? Are test scores enough? (Our principal informed us that our End of Course exams for high school credit courses were the best “in a long time.” Is that a good metric?)