Help Wanted: Shadow Catcher

This morning was one of the first warm and sunny ones of the season. The kids were waiting for the bus to pull up and haul them off to school. I was dragging our over-filled, broken garbage cans down the driveway. The 3 year-old was digging in the dirt and everything seemed right with the world.

My six year-old son discovered his shadow and the shadows of his sister and our neighbors, long and tall in the early morning sun, and he decided to catch them all. He would run really fast, almost fall down and then jump as far as he could on to the shadow he was "catching". Then he would say, "Got it."

I reminded him to grab his backpack from the driveway as the bus arrived. "I'm really good at that mom--at catching shadows!" he told me.

What he said made me think of how we are all always looking for what we are good at in life and hoping that what we are good at and what we end up spending most of our time doing are closely related. Sometimes it's not, and we move on to other things. Sometimes we work and work until we become good at it, or at least good enough at it. Being a friend, a daughter, a role model, an employee, a partner, a neighbor, a shoulder to lean on, a listener----all things I am trying to learn to be good at.

I remember reading a book in my early twenties called "What Color is Your Parachute?" It was a resource for figuring out what career path would be best for you based on some quizzes that analyzed your strengths and skills. It said I should be a primary teacher--something I've been told over and over in my life that I would be good at. I'm not so sure about that.

I believe you have to be passionate about something to really be good at it. You have to really care or it won't work. When my son said he he was good at catching shadows, he meant that he not only could do it, but felt great about himself when he was doing it. He loved it. He was passionate about catching shadows.

Whatever my children choose to do in life will be fine with me as long as it really means something to them and they are living the way that works best for them. They may find their perfect life's work on the first try and stick with it. Or they may test out many different routes before they settle into the one that feels right. And in the meantime, if there are any openings for a shadow catcher, I know a good one.

K

hauberks, and pole arms and flails*--oh my!

My mom used to tell me that when choosing a gift for someone it is best to get them something that you would like to receive. I recently realized that that is darn good advice. I did not follow it and I'm stuck reading Lift a Flap Castles every single night. It was the gift that I would never want to receive, but I gave it--to my 6 year-old son on his birthday.

It looks harmless enough (even a little fun) from the outside. But as the rule goes...don't judge it by it's cover. It doesn't take long to realize that this winner, put out by the good people at Active Minds Publishing, is about as harmless and fun as the Batan Death March. It is wordy and boring and technical and even the small excitement you feel when you "lift the flap" ends immediately when you are faced with more lengthy descriptions of every implement, article of clothing, castle room and weapon used in the Middle Ages.

I'm a little ashamed to say that I've tried to hide Castles and break out If you Give a Moose a Muffin for another read, but to no avail. He loves the thing, and I'm the one who found it, wrapped it and gave it to him.

So I read again how the lord and lady's bedroom is called a solar, how the enemy could dig a hole to undermine the castle and how every tower had enough food to be self sufficient. Again and again until I feel like I'm in some midevil torture chamber--excuse me "oubliette".

As I'm reading and listening to his questions--the same ones he asks every time we read it, I hear the ticking. That sound in my head that I'm glad is there to remind me that these days will not last forever, they are numbered and when they are gone, I will never see them again. The days where a little boy who is fresh from the bathtub hangs on every word I say. His sleepy eyes struggle to stay open for a few more minutes and his huge mind dreams of all that will be.

K

*hauberk--the mesh chain shirt a knight wears
*pole arm--a type of spear that is stuck into the ground
*flail--a weapon with a wooden rod, a chain and a square pointy thing on the end

Some Enchanted Scoreboard

I loved "Enchanted", the new Disney movie where princess Giselle is banished from fairytale land and thrown into present day New York City. It's a funny, musical, look at how someone can adapt and thrive--even under the most unfamiliar circumstances.

It makes me think about all the different times I've been thrown into a strange land--a strange situation and been as clueless and scared as Giselle was when she encountered her first rude NYC cabbie. There was the time a hospital sent me home with a four day old baby. What were they thinking? Or when I started a job that I had embellished my resume a little bit to get. I was kind of familiar with the Excel program, well I had used it before, well...I had heard of it before.

But, most recently I've been thrown from the fairytale land of little kids playing cute sports and no one caring who wins or loses into the expensive, hard to get into, high pressure, competetive world of basketball for 10 year old girls.

There are cut throat girls, grumpy loud coaches, pushy moms and a million rules. Rule #1--you better win, or kill yourself trying.

It was scary at first, but I'm adapting--I have to. One of the most important people in my life thinks it is very important, so I do too.

I'll keep going to all the games, practices, scrimmages (I just found out what that meant) and tournaments and before you know it I'll be just like Giselle singing her way through Central park with a following of kind people and even kinder animals. Soon I will be happier now that I am here then I was before I landed in this strange land.


K