* Mr. G got called out in karate class for his excellent spin side kicks and all-around awesome effort. He is the youngest and smallest in his class. His instructors made a point of telling me what a great job he's doing.
* Mr. G burst into tears last night while I tucked him in--a buddy at school is having a birthday party and he wasn't invited. What do you say? "I'm sorry. It feels bad not to be included." And hug him and let him cry. No fixing those situations.
* Mr. T's renewed his efforts at school, applying himself and keeping focused.
* But he's still feeling like he doesn't fit in--he hasn't really made any friends and he's struggling. I cannot fix this either--I can only make home a sanctuary for him, where he can be himself and feel good about who he is. Add to this his frustration about his dyslexia and his epilepsy and my heart breaks while I try to shepherd him through this early stage of adolescence.
* Mr. B is a fierce little karate student--his bo staff form last night looked incredible. He's doing great in school and has scads of friends.
* But he gets down on himself so easily when he makes a mistake. You learn from mistakes, I tell him, that's how you grow. I have to help him lighten up a little, I don't want him becoming too much a perfectionist.
* Team Testosterone's Christmas lists are a mix of reasonable (new games) and ridiculous (remote controlled toys--they've gotten these in the past and never ever play with them). I want them to believe in the magic of Christmas, but Santa isn't going to bring a bunch of stuff that will end up donated to the thrift store by summertime.
* I love the new bo staff form we're learning in karate. It's like a jigsaw puzzle--I keep going through it in my mind, figuring out the patterns, the moves, the order. I've gone to class 2 times this week and Mr. O said we'd learn the rest of it tonight. I really don't need to be gone another night this week, but I'm dying to learn the rest of the form.
* Our calendar has filled up so fast this month. We've got a lot of choices to make--collectively--about how to spend our time this Christmas. There's mandatory things (school concerts) and extra things (going to see the lights at the botanical gardens). I need to pace our commitments and our pleasure.
* There is no balance to be found in a dog. They are utterly useless and expensive. Sure, Mr. D argues they provide "love and affection" but our cat killed mice and kept the pests at bay. This dog-creature has only managed to cost a ton of money and time and chew up stuff in the basement. Case in point: I took the dog to get groomed yesterday. He smelled terrible. Just awful. Now he smells nice, but at a price and I had to drive him to and from the groomer's. The cat? She self-cleaned for free. I'm still not totally sold on the idea of having a dog, as you can tell.
* I'm sick and tired of all the phone calls and mailings and other requests for my charitable dollars. I feel sponged dry. Naturally, that's exactly when God expects us to ante up and be generous. I'm swallowing my frustration like a dry crust of bread and writing my annual check to the Salvation Army, hoping that through His grace, my family's resources end up where they're most needed.
Yin-yang, ebb-flow. Sometimes the best balance is sitting still, striking the right yoga pose and focusing on a fixed point on the wall.
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Spill it, reader. What's keeping you balanced this week?