Wednesday, Sept. 25th, 2013
Sorry if I didn’t get an email to you. I can’t remember if I sent one earlier in the week, but probably didn’t with the Caterpillar/hives incident I had. So here is a small part of what I was writing last night, and meant to send…. Love mom 🙂
I am reading email….home again….after having been to a nearby small town to watch students race their pinewood derby cars. These drop-ins bring me and the students much joy. Parents take notice as well. Good PR, a side effect.
A most happy gathering of children demonstrating sportsmanship, and a wide range of emotion. Within less than one minute, one little boy won his heat, as if having won some Grand Prix……Then in a slip, and fall, dropped his nascar, which hit a hard wood floor and shattered… one plastic wheel and tie rod here…….chasis there…..shiny paint and lead inlaid undercarriage down the track. No sign of Luke. The eight year old boy disappeared. In less time than it takes to cross the finish line….. gone in devastated humiliation….leaving a videotaping mom on bended knee to pick up the pieces (in more way than one).
Thankfully, another car was donated…. and substituted….He did eventually race the proxy, which did all right, but was not the same. In the retirement of the colors, and blessing of sugar cookies, I caught sight of the small one, still distraught. This child, the youngest brother of my son’s intended. The mom, my son’s future mother-in-law. And Luke, a shadow of the boy I used to cheer in cubscouting. I miss my son.
So a night of smiles and celebration gave me a glimpse into another side of things in making me an understudy to Life and small town Utah/Mormon traditions. There and gone in less than a favorite song was a happy hour, and my son’s childhood.
PS- You look good in the castle pictures! Thank YOU sooooooooooooo much for these photos. When I got your email and saw the pics, I thought of Les Miserables. The castle part reminded me of a song, “Castle on a Cloud” that Cossette sings as a child. I love this song and her imaginings. Imagine visiting Italy, standing on top of one of these castles with Lavanta (Spanish winds), or whatever is the Italian equivalent, blowing through my hair. There is a wonderful book you should read sometime called The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. I love it. Hope you are finding your personal legend in part….on your mission. Love again, and again……Mom
The mission sent an informational email regarding mail and packages. Assume this is because we will soon be upon the holiday season. We will put money in your accounts. I will improve in handwriting letters….maybe. Do you need anything from us specifically besides our love and prayers and email……please advise.