Back to school, now...

My son. Be ready to get back into the swing of things. Have a great day!

Don't say "What" to mommy!

It's not respectful, honey!

Somebody looks like the Michelin Man!

You put on Enoch's big coat and voila, my Michelin man! You are so cute in your costume. I do hope that we can remember that for a Halloween idea. The great ideas always come in a time away from the event. We took the photo and you looked just like the Michelin Man. I love you.

Benjamin Banneker

Was the first African American man to write an Almanac. He was educated by Quakers and continued to improve his mind, although it was against the law for an African American man to do so.
He worked day and night to improve his mind and studied the stars and math and sciences so that when it was time to put together the city of Washington DC, he was qualified to be on the board for the planning of the city.
His mind was so acute that after the designer left them without plans, at the last minute; Benjamin had memorized the plan and was able to recreate it, so that the city planners didn't have to begin, again; from the start.

Isn't God Good?

"Amen!"

Do you remember when we sat outside and watched the lightning on the porch in front of the house? I am afraid of the lightning, you said snuggling with me. I said to you that the lightning glorifies our God and we needn't be afraid, just careful. The lightning shines the question, Isn't God Good? and the thunder responds a resounding AMEN!
We are among the creation that glorify God and enjoy Him forever.
What a beautiful dance that the lightning and the elements enjoy in thanksgiving and praise to our creator. We enjoy more of the blessings and dance and glorify Him much less. He is worthy alone of all of that Glory.

Now, you are too big to discuss those little things as we did. You are concerned about the three R's and the friends and busyness. Never forget the song of the lightning and the resounding response. Great is the Lord and greatly, to be praised.

I was 5 when I stopped sucking my two fingers.

A little old to still be a finger sucker, but I must confess that I was still sucking my fingers, to the ripe old age of 5.
It was a personal determination of mine and probably my first New Years resolution to stop sucking them. Everybody took it upon themselves to give me tips on how to stop. Aunts and Uncles and cousins had suggestions, although most of them were still in the habit themselves. Finally, somebody said that I would have buck teeth forever and that was it! I would not suck them another day. I put my hand under my pillow and I still keep it under there to this day. Afraid that I will backslide into the horrible habit.
Other habits, I haven't been so successful in kicking. You are the only one of my children Ezra, who never indulged in that bad finger sucking habit.

Clouds, from both sides?

I remember the feeling of my body baking under the summer sun and then the relief when one cloud would cover the sun and a breath of cool air would seem to refresh in the midst of a match. Especially at Rochdale where there were no trees or shaded areas. The heat seemed to bake into your skin and eyes and then a cloud would cover the sun and it seemed the best refreshment for the moment.

It is spring today in January, maybe they call it Indian summer, down here, but I call 69 degrees a heat wave. I am so glad that I got outside to make acquaintance with a little cloud who reminded me of a cloud that I met when I was a child and playing the longest match of my life. I played and played and it seemed the only relief was that little cloud and I thought I wouldn’t make it another step 3 hours of constant pushing, as they teased us that we were. A bunch of little pushers. Just one more ball over the net. Dad said I couldn’t do it. He was the boss, and I did it. I beat Margo Smiley. 3 hours and I had beaten her. He couldn’t believe that I could beat somebody grown up like that, in the heat of the Rochdale sun. The sun was nearly down when we finished and I was glad it was. I was too hot for words and there was no word for the sense of elation that I had won over my own limitations of myself. I am my worst enemy;now as well as then. Catching a second wind.