I admit I think way too much about certain issues. But, when the issues affect my kids, I feel it’s my right and duty as a mom. The digital mania that has seemed to have overtaken our world is provocative for us adults. That shiny new Apple product symbolizes a world of learning and knowledge at my fingertips (until it breaks, cracks, or otherwise stops working–then it’s crap, haha). As a writer and blogger, I work online, learn online, network online, and sell online.
When I was a child, I spent the bulk of my growing-up time in public and private school classrooms. For me, school was neither terrible nor wonderful. It was just what I had to do to get the paper. What exactly did this paper prove? That I was smart enough to not completely fail. That I was capable enough to not have a nervous breakdown before graduation. That I could follow orders: line up, raise my hand, recite the expected answer, and speak only when spoken to.
Today we celebrate our last child’s birthday. Adelena Sara, named after my mom, was born three years ago today. Sometimes I think my kids’ birthdays are more my celebrations than theirs because these are the dates I’m reminded of the gift of having them in my life.
They’re tucking in for the night, after a long afternoon in the subtropical sun. My children. My greatest love. I’m crazy about these little people.
A Belizean friend invited us today to the pool at the resort where she works, so we went up the hill to have lunch and a swim. We took her two children along with us and had lots of fun playing in the water. We don’t normally go to pools here since all the hotels charge $5 (or more) per person to swim. Too expensive for a family of six. So we relegate pools to “special occasion” category and make heavy use of the rivers.
Our six months of living in Belize will come to an end 30 days from today. I sit here thinking inward thoughts and guarding over my number four, who has a stomach virus. It’s always difficult to watch the littlest ones suffer through an illness. At one point, she cried, “Mama, mama,” and my heart melted.
Water rushing with purpose: forceful yet calming. Dragonflies hover above the surface of the Mopan River, flashing their whisper-thin blue wings, and lazy puffs of clouds roll unhurriedly through the blue sky.
The kids began at another new school yesterday. Sacred Heart Primary School is a Catholic school with an enrollment of 1,000 kids that’s set high on a hillside in San Ignacio. When we first visited the vice principal, Miss Marta Madrid, a couple of weeks ago, she was very welcoming and seemed delighted to have our kids attend their school. As I understand it, we are among only a few other expat kids who attend the school, although they have had several over the years. We are blessed to have found Sacred Heart.
Today is a delicious ‘home’ day. We have a whole lovely Sunday to ourselves to relax, spend time together, and get comfortable with our new (although temporary) home.
After a fun and invigorating ride on the paddle boat, we went inside for a breakfast of fresh eggs, toast, bacon, and sweet, sweet Belizean orange juice. We only had six eggs to scramble, but we learned to share.
So I’m writing this on my phone, one eye squinted shut, while lying in the dark hotel room with baby (okay toddler) Addy lying across my chest. I’m not convinced any of the great American classics were ever penned in such a manner, but it’s all I can pull off with a mere seven hours before our cab comes to whisk us and our multitude of luggage off to the Cleveland airport.