I began this morning’s post with a note on Ethan and how his version seemed to be different than
the real version, I was sad to see the
championship game would be one he did not get to play in, but it was something
that came to be through his actions. I
was sad to see it go this way, because he really has made a tremendous effort the
last few weeks…still, you get out of it what you put into it and he didn’t put
in enough…
Driving back there was that
lady in the white Toyota – always
in the passing lane and she would speed up whenever I tried to pass her…finally
I was able to get in front of her and in the end – I won. This is another gold medal in my case of
proper driving technique. Headed to work
to check messages and return calls.
Kylee said she’s going to miss me and I hugged her. Every time I come here my heart grows heavy
but I found my solution: I am no longer going
to be working her so that I don’t stay in California. We belong in Switzerland!! This is the reason, I know, because there were many times I remember thinking, I can’t
leave if I’m working in a place like this!
Off to the gym where I changed into my active wear and got
busy. I ended up sweating more than I
have in quite some time (no comments, please) and I am feeling better, blobey-wise. It was a good work-out. Headed home with intent to shower quickly and
get ready for my art class when I received a call from one of Ethan’s
instructors. I was so very grateful for
this call, we spoke for quite some time – and it seems all the work he had been doing was going to pay
off. Not long after, I received another call
from my classroom angel who let me know teachers had received his work – he was
going to play!!! I ended up missing my
art class lesson (but I can listen to it later), it was much more important for
me to talk with these people.
It was soon time to go get The Boy and take him to pre-game practice. “Pssst!!”
I kept doing as we walked quietly to the car. I had done my fabulous – white-headphones-in-the-ears
so people would think I was listening or talking to someone. This is a great way for me to get out of having
to be social. “What?!?” he continuously replied. “You know you get to play?” “Yeah, “ he smiled, and my heart did,
too. I’m proud of you for all the work
you did to earn this. On the way to the
game, he mentioned situations which had taken place and how he had remedied
them, the right way. This kid is growing
up and soddenly years and years of something are falling to the side and I
am, along with many other people, watching him bloom. I dropped him off and headed right back to
school where I sat in the parking lot and listened to the art class I had
missed. Mags and I, along with my new
pseudo-daughter (her BFF), headed to the game…where it was agonizing…so very
close the entire game. There were several bad ref calls (even I saw this,
although flag football throws me for a loop.
Without tackles and helmets, I have no idea what the hell is going on)
yet in the end, the other team won – 2-0.
It was bad calls and missed fouls/plays and Ethan was heartbroken, but I’m
so grateful he had the opportunity to feel heartbroken.
He was played a lot, too and I hear basketball tryouts are Tuesday..yay,
more interaction with sports. After the game,
a teacher who had been in his K/1 class told me how wonderful it was to see
Ethan smiling and playing with kids and laughing – everyone is noticing this kid coming to life!
I headed home with my kids and my pseudo-daughter and cooked
dinner. It was nice sitting around a set
table, talking, conversing, telling jokes.
Dinner tables really are where the magic happens. My pseudo-daughter’s mother came to pick up
her daughter and the girls showed us their Whip/nae-nae dance- the video of my
learning the Harlem shake a few years ago re-appeared. Dammit.
That thing will never die.
Tomorrow I will start looking into other facilities nearby (within 15
miles?). Hopefully something appears.
Pics 'n flicks: ACTION SHOTS!!! "Active Wear" by EightySeven; CLOUD FORMATIONS!; Annie watching Ethan put the trash out.
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