This is a story I created on Storify and automatically posted here. I would like to make it a bit shorter, so apologies for how long it is.
He’s got to do some work on his spelling as I’ve alluded to before here, but the sentiment and the love is all here (image above).
After he gave me the note I stuck it on the glass of the dresser I have in the lounge, lopsided and all. And that’s the way it’s stayed. I can’t bring myself to take it down just yet.
We went away camping on the weekend. It was a big celebration for a friend who’ll shortly be 50. On the main party night there were around 200 people attending from the local area and further afield. It was a four hour drive for us to get there so we stayed for four nights along with some others.
That’s four nights without showering. I can live without a shower for a few days but I hate the way my hair feels. By the last day, it was dirty and greasy but I wore it down anyway. I had managed to get into the sea for a couple of swims while wearing a wetsuit as the water is nowhere near warm enough to not wear one. Even then it wasn’t that pleasant, but the feeling of very cool water after not much sleep and maybe a couple of drinks too many was worth it.
The longest I’ve ever gone without a shower was six days. I went trekking in the Sanai Mountains in Egypt. This was 20 years ago so this website isn’t the company I went with. They wouldn’t have even had a website back then. I’ll never forget that trek. I’ll never forget doing my morning squat and then looking up to see Bedouins looking down on me. I’ll never forget sleeping out underneath the stars with the camels chewing their cud all night long. I’ll never forget the oldest member of our group (60) being the fittest of us all.
But back to our four days of camping. When we got back from the weekend neither of us had enough time to shower before JJ had his first baseball practise. I just hope I didn’t smell too bad.
After baseball practise we both had showers and put clean clothes on. JJ had been wearing the same pair of jeans, jocks and socks for the last five days. Well he may have had a change of underwear once during our time away. I still washed everthing, clean or not because even if things haven’t been worn when you’ve been camping it still stinks, and looks dirty. I, on the other hand, do change my underwear every day even when not showering. And no, it doesn’t mean turning it inside out.
There will be more to come from the weekend away after I sort through all my photos. I haven’t had time to even remove the SD card from the camera.
When I did year 12 the exam results came out in January – about two-three months after exams finished. I was down at the beach doing vacation swimming lessons when I found out my results. They weren’t online back then and the school must have heard about them before we students did.
Mum actually found out my results before I did via the deputy principal and she came and told me. They weren’t brilliant results but enough to eventually get me into university. I also heard that my deputy principal had thought that I wouldn’t pass. I showed him didn’t I? I think I was more pissed off that he would actually say that to someone than the fact that he didn’t think I’d pass at all.
For some reason out of the 15 people in my year 12 class, only nine of us passed. I was surprised at those results and it probably didn’t do the school’s reputation that much good.
Fast forward some years, and then a few and we’ve got NAPLAN for year 3, 5, 7 and 9 students. NAPLAN (National Assessment Program Literacy and Numeracy). My son has finished his second NAPLAN year. It passed without much of a blip on our radar two years ago but this year there seemed to be more of a focus.
The thing with NAPLAN is that the school gets assessed too and obviously schools want to do well compared to other schools. It must have been mentioned quite a bit in the classroom and this meant that my son got fairly anxious about it.
While I think it’s important to try and do your best I don’t think things like this are the be all and end all for an individual and tried to let my son know this. I hope this will be enough if he sticks out high school and goes down the year 12 exam route. I suppose one way of looking at him having to do this is that it’s a bit of a training ground for sitting through exams. Don’t get me started on having to do exams.
Because they thought he might have problems with the assessment he was allowed an extra five minutes for each one.
As it turns out he did really really well in the reading and numeracy aspects of the assessment. His spelling and grammar need some serious work, but I’m hoping that his reading and his new found love of writing will help in those areas.
He said his teacher complimented him on his results. They were probably surprised at his results. He showed them didn’t he?
Last night was a bit of a mixture of both.
I had to go out for a little while and he had a couple of minor jobs to do. The understanding is that once he’s done these jobs then he can watch television.
I got home inbetween appointments and he immediately jumped into the shower which he should have already had, and he also hadn’t fed the dog. And I needed to use the shower.
I had to pop out again for a committee meeting and this is what greeted me when I got home.
A lovely note on the lounge room door: “I love you mum, with all my hart.”
The glitter lamp was providing some mood lighting in the lounge and the heater was on. He’d even put a Deep Forest CD on the stereo.
I was absolutely stoked that he’d done this so imagine how much my mummy pride lifted when he told me he’d done the dishes.
Yes, he’d done the dishes. Without asking!!!!!
Not only that. He’d washed out Monty’s dog food container and put it in the esky ready for the dog food delivery today.
He’d provided me with a drink of water – thought he’d better not pour me a wine.
He would have lit the candles but also thought he’d better not do that.
He would have got some dinner ready for me but wasn’t quite sure what I’d like.
But, he washed the dishes. Without me asking.
He was so proud of himself and I was so damn proud of him and he didn’t even have an ulterior motive. Not one.
I gave him lots of hugs and thanks and kissed him goodnight, made myself some cheese on toast and sat down to watch Big Brother.
I reckon I must be doing something right.
Have you ever read the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe? If so, does this remind you of anything? Or is it just me?
It didn’t click (pardon the silly pun) until after I took the picture but I had to stop to take one as the tree caught my eye.
Good morning Wordless Wednesday.
Thursday morning I left the house after a fraught morning trying to get organised and get out of it. I waved my son off to school and realised I’d left my phone behind.
While on the way back to get it, a friend drove past my house and ended up giving me a lift into work. Yay! On the way there I told her that I had a childfree night the next evening and she said if you’re not doing anything we’re going to see Barry Adamson.
Barry Adamson I said? I know who he is, I’ve got one of his cd’s. I’d love to go. So I booked tickets.
He played at the Promethean on Grote Street in Adelaide, a fantastic little venue and I loved that an artist I admire was sneaking into town and that by the vaguest chance, I’d found out and was able to go. How’s that?
After working for most of the week I was pretty tired but found my second wind to absolutely enjoy the show.
I had a pretty good view even though I was up the back near the mixing desk. He mostly played songs from his new album which I thoroughly enjoyed.
I love that feeling when you’re out and about seeing a band that’s fabulous. I used to do it all the time, go and see live music that is. Back in my 20s I was out at least two nights of the week seeing local acts. That doesn’t happen any more and I couldn’t even tell you the names of many local bands. Turn back 20 years and I’m on it though. Oh well, times and priorities change.
So when I do get out to see something like this it’s all the more enjoyable. It was great to have some good friends there too.
Towards the end I turned around and Tex Perkins was sitting up the back. He was doing his Man in Black show down the road and popped into see Barry Adamson after that. I tried to get a sneaky photo of him but that didn’t work.
After the show finished I bought the new CD and got my photo taken. Is Barry rolling his eyes?
Do you enjoy live music?
The lad was away on the weekend at a Scout camp and as I had Saturday free I thought I’d tackle tidying up his room while he wasn’t there. It’s very hard to throw out stuff if he knows it’s going as he’ll want to keep it.
I really wanted to go and see a movie but every time I walked past his messy bedroom I cringed and knew I could put it off no longer.
Another incentive I had was that the school were taking items for the upcoming fete and had a drop-off couple of hours on Saturday morning so not only could I sneak stuff into the rubbish bin, I could get rid of the non-throwaway items.
It took me three hours all up but every time I walk past his room now I smile. I was a bit embarrassed at how much dust I vacuumed up but I did actually move some things I don’t normally move.
I came across these paintings and drawings he’s done over the last couple of years that he’d put aside to keep but I don’t have that much storage space so I decided to take photos of them instead.
He doesn’t know it yet and probably won’t even ask me about it but here they are for posterity. They’re also on Flickr in their full form for him to look back on one day.
For the record, I do have a folder with some things he’s created that I’ve kept the hard copy of but I can’t possibly do that for everything so I think this is a good compromise.
What do you do with your child’s creations?