all my childrens
With every day of September I thank the universe for the fact that it is no longer summer. Something just happened about two years ago and I began to hate summer, in particular summer in New England with intense passion. I used to love it. The warmth, the long days, the laziness in the air. I want to still love it, and maybe I will again one day.
But for now I love Autumn. Everything about it makes me so happy. I love the crisp, wet mornings and the darkness that begins my day.
My days do begin very early - around 5am - when my babychka wakes up for a morning snack, before she goes back to sleep. I don't go back to sleep, but get up and go to work. I love the fact that I am back at work, where, as I believe I very aptly described it, I have the privilege of scratching my head and picking my nose at the same exact time with two free hands. I do some other things there too of course. Also with my two free hands. Being able to use which never stops to delight me.
For example I am going through extreme separation anxiety about my seniors who will be leaving at the end of this year. They are my kids with whom I have been for three years, who I've loved and taken care of, who have special nicknames for me, who stop by my room every morning to check in, who talk to me about their lives, who take my advice about the future, who I can trust with very important things, who are funny, and talented and amazing, and who have to graduate and leave, and it's really breaking my heart.
I know I'll be ok. And there are some very exciting freshmen and sophomores I am getting to know. But MY kids, my FIRST real kids will always be there is a very special place in my heart.
I discovered that the kids I really bond with are the artists. I wonder what the mechanism is. Because in my real life I have plenty of friends who I love who are not creative at all. But the kids at school who I am close to, are all the best artists. They are the ones who come and "live" in the art room. I wonder if I like the kids better who are more likely to succeed in my class because as the art teacher I am egoistically motivated to surround myself with students who will be better than others at showcasing my teaching skills, or if I just like then because they are awesome and cool and creative.
So yeah, work is going well. I am very lucky to have fabulous family members who take care of Miriam while I am at work. She is with people who love and adore her, and teach her and nurture her, and I am incredibly grateful to them. There is also a tentative plan to teach her three languages, and we'll see how that works out.
Miriam is awesome. She is just unbelievably tasty. One big thing that I found out, is that every singe thing about taking care of babies that is supposed to be annoying and tedious I find absolutely delightful and wonderful in the context of my own child, and can continue to do so indefinitely. I love how everything about her changes and stays the same at the same time. She is currently a little over four months. She likes to talk and giggle. She recently began holding toys with both hands and very ferociously sucking on them. SHe particularly likes toys with rings that she can put in her mouth and bite down with the parts of her gums where her molars will grow some day. I've been trying to offer her some chewing toys, but she is indifferent to the famous giraffe and some other things. She likes to suck on my hands and my face. She latches on to various parts of me and them seems sad when nothing comes out. When she latches on to the correct part of me that has the stuff that she is looking for she looks surprised for a second, but them happily munches on. She loves to grab and pull out my hair. With all the hair that was coming out due to post-pregnancy, and Miriam's contributions, I don't even want to know what's going on on my head, and luckily for me I have no time to look in the mirror anyway. Miriam on the other hand LOVES the mirror. No matter how tired or grumpy she is, as soon as she get a glimpse of the charming lady reflecting back at her, she breaks out in the most endearing smile, coos and ahhs, gently strokes the glass with her hand, giggles, winks, shyly urns away and peeks over her shoulder. She had the same reaction to an actual human being only ones, when a very attractive 25 year old son of my friend got close to her and began saying all kinds of sweet things.
Tomorrow we are going apple picking. I wonder if the fact that I love this time of year so has anything to do with apples. I am pretty sure it does. I'll bake a delicious pie after, and you can all come over and have some.
So long, dear friends. Here's a recent photo of my delightful progeny:
But for now I love Autumn. Everything about it makes me so happy. I love the crisp, wet mornings and the darkness that begins my day.
My days do begin very early - around 5am - when my babychka wakes up for a morning snack, before she goes back to sleep. I don't go back to sleep, but get up and go to work. I love the fact that I am back at work, where, as I believe I very aptly described it, I have the privilege of scratching my head and picking my nose at the same exact time with two free hands. I do some other things there too of course. Also with my two free hands. Being able to use which never stops to delight me.
For example I am going through extreme separation anxiety about my seniors who will be leaving at the end of this year. They are my kids with whom I have been for three years, who I've loved and taken care of, who have special nicknames for me, who stop by my room every morning to check in, who talk to me about their lives, who take my advice about the future, who I can trust with very important things, who are funny, and talented and amazing, and who have to graduate and leave, and it's really breaking my heart.
I know I'll be ok. And there are some very exciting freshmen and sophomores I am getting to know. But MY kids, my FIRST real kids will always be there is a very special place in my heart.
I discovered that the kids I really bond with are the artists. I wonder what the mechanism is. Because in my real life I have plenty of friends who I love who are not creative at all. But the kids at school who I am close to, are all the best artists. They are the ones who come and "live" in the art room. I wonder if I like the kids better who are more likely to succeed in my class because as the art teacher I am egoistically motivated to surround myself with students who will be better than others at showcasing my teaching skills, or if I just like then because they are awesome and cool and creative.
So yeah, work is going well. I am very lucky to have fabulous family members who take care of Miriam while I am at work. She is with people who love and adore her, and teach her and nurture her, and I am incredibly grateful to them. There is also a tentative plan to teach her three languages, and we'll see how that works out.
Miriam is awesome. She is just unbelievably tasty. One big thing that I found out, is that every singe thing about taking care of babies that is supposed to be annoying and tedious I find absolutely delightful and wonderful in the context of my own child, and can continue to do so indefinitely. I love how everything about her changes and stays the same at the same time. She is currently a little over four months. She likes to talk and giggle. She recently began holding toys with both hands and very ferociously sucking on them. SHe particularly likes toys with rings that she can put in her mouth and bite down with the parts of her gums where her molars will grow some day. I've been trying to offer her some chewing toys, but she is indifferent to the famous giraffe and some other things. She likes to suck on my hands and my face. She latches on to various parts of me and them seems sad when nothing comes out. When she latches on to the correct part of me that has the stuff that she is looking for she looks surprised for a second, but them happily munches on. She loves to grab and pull out my hair. With all the hair that was coming out due to post-pregnancy, and Miriam's contributions, I don't even want to know what's going on on my head, and luckily for me I have no time to look in the mirror anyway. Miriam on the other hand LOVES the mirror. No matter how tired or grumpy she is, as soon as she get a glimpse of the charming lady reflecting back at her, she breaks out in the most endearing smile, coos and ahhs, gently strokes the glass with her hand, giggles, winks, shyly urns away and peeks over her shoulder. She had the same reaction to an actual human being only ones, when a very attractive 25 year old son of my friend got close to her and began saying all kinds of sweet things.
Tomorrow we are going apple picking. I wonder if the fact that I love this time of year so has anything to do with apples. I am pretty sure it does. I'll bake a delicious pie after, and you can all come over and have some.
So long, dear friends. Here's a recent photo of my delightful progeny: