This week the kids had ice skating lessons at school. One did better with peer pressure, one wouldn't listen to the instructor, and one was typically tentative. Also this week, my grade one little man ran headlong into a pole and got into a snow fight with a little girl, while my grade three big guy filched some crackers from a friend's lunch. And my three-year-old started her ballet class, which "isn't" a bit "hard" and gives her many occasions to "twirl." Then over the weekend, we visited with Aunt Rosalynn in Calgary just before she got back on the plane to go home to England. The crew all conspired to talk her ear off and vy for her attention with Mom and Dad just desperate for some sleep at the motel.
Little moments, little messes, big hopes and dreams, lots of aliveness. Grandpa gives us a camera as though there's some way of capturing it all and trying to make it slow down or even come to a stop. Only hold on and pray hard. Wanting them to grow and yet not wanting them to.