Back

Welcome, home.

It feels so good to be back.

It was such a good trip.

My heart feels so full.

So many stories to tell.

Here is a snapshot: After supper in the dining hall, people slowly spilling out onto the grassy, sloping lawn in the evening slant of the sun. My girl, my intense and serious child, running in an arc around the boys playing with a soccer ball. Her thick bangs fly up off her forehead and her bare feet flash in the grass. The boy her age – exactly six days older – breaks away and runs after her. Near me, they crash into each other and fall onto the grass. My girl is laughing hysterically. The boy runs away and she sits up, still laughing with that helpless full-body laughter that is like birdsong. He runs back, full tilt, and she meets him, and again they crash into the earth. The girl almost her age, but tall and strong, comes running to them and piles on top, and the three of them roll around like puppies, laughing and laughing and laughing. And again. And again and again, until their hair is soaked with sweat and their faces are red and flushed because it’s a hot, humid, summer day.

So I go to the guest house where we’re staying, pull out a few pots and pans and plastic tubs and buckets, measuring cups, pitchers, and fill everything with cool water and place it by the tall ornamental grasses and ornamental sandstone that forms a visual oasis just outside. The kids climb into the pots and tubs, squeezing their skinny little bums in as best they can, flinging water at each other with kitchen utensils. The splash and pour for over an hour, as the sun sinks low and fireflies begin to appear, winking on and off in the dimming light. (I think it was the first time my boy has seen fireflies.)

My kids had such a good time.

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It was so strange to be in the US and not see my friends and family from home. I’m having mental whiplash. Then we came back into the heat of full summer. Our apartment smelled strange when we walked in, from having the A/C running. We’ve been hyper and exhausted in turn from the jet lag. At 1 a.m. our bodies think it’s time to get up for the day. Oz wakes crying, sobbing “Go! Out! Go! Out!” Illyria frenziedly keeps herself awake as long as possible and then crashes. Gimli just doesn’t sleep at all. It will take a few days to feel normal again.

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So, for those following along, we signed our contracts to begin our work in Colombia in November. I can’t wait. Gimli is still – STILL!!! – on the fence. We’ve been having fantastically good conversations about what we want out of life, about our relationship, our kids.

(For anyone new here, we were just at a 2-week orientation seminar with the  development/ relief aid organization we’ll be with.)

Speaking of the kids… it was good to see Illyria in a preschool-like context. The child care provided during the seminar was so much better than I had imagined. The facility itself was amazing. I mean, it was to me – maybe it’s the norm, in the US, but to me it was just so well-equipped, so well-organized, it was like a toddler/preschooler paradise. And I think having a coherent daily rhythm where she was with the same group of kids every day was really good for her. She blossomed, socially.

At the same time, it made my heart ache a little bit to see her around the other kids her age, to see thrown in stark relief the differences in her patterns of interaction from them. As it turned out, one of the women on the staff was a retired special-ed teacher. On the last day, I mentioned to her that I’m thinking of having Illyria tested when we go back in September, and she sort of squinted and nodded, and said “yeah, I noticed a few things… a few behaviors…” and mentioned a couple things that I’ve also noticed. Gimli and I are so used to her ways of doing things and communicating that I think we don’t always realized just how unique she is in some of the things she does.

It’s weird – while I’m glad I had that conversation with the retired teacher (because it validated my concerns and made me feel less like I’m being hyper-vigilant or a worry-wart), it makes me incredibly sad that I now see my daughter differently than I did before. From a certain angle, anyway.

So. My heart is full. My head is tired. My body is resting. It’s 2:30 p.m., local time, and I should see if I can wake Illyria up so she doesn’t sleep the day away and then not sleep tonight.

Thanks for listening. xo

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10 Responses to “Back”

  1. tara Says:

    sounds like a great time. i’m glad the kids did so well- that bodes well for all your upcoming changes. i’m glad you feel at peace with your plans. good luck with the adjustments.

    • Elizabeth Says:

      Tara, I really missed you particularly while in the US – our schedule was so packed, and when we weren’t in sessions we were with the kids. I didn’t even get a chance to call my sister until the last day we were there. It was crazy in that way. It was very, very weird to be in PA especially and not be in touch with you!

  2. jjiraffe Says:

    Glad you all are blossoming where you are planted. I’ve missed your posts, a lot. So happy to hear from you 🙂

  3. Rachel Says:

    What a beautiful picture of your daughter playing and how encouraging that she did well in the preschool setting. I know you have had a lot of concerns about her socially and I love that you said she blossomed. That is wonderful.

  4. St. Elsewhere Says:

    I hope the jet lag has improved.

    I mentally imagined the scene you depicted of your daughter and the boys….so beautiful.

    You know, we do become more conscious of stuff if someone points them out to you.

  5. St. Elsewhere Says:

    p.s. the dissertation? What about it?

    • Elizabeth Says:

      Count on you to ask me about that!!! 🙂 I’m still working on it – I negotiated time off during the work week to keep working on it in Colombia, but I’m also doing as much as I can before we go.

      • St. Elsewhere Says:

        Hmmm…good for the extra time. I hope that you will continue to work on it….

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