Thursday morning, I went to a Main Street parent connect. Most of these parents have their kids living at Main Street and we chat about various things we hope for for our kids – which, as it turns out, is not that different from what we want from our typical kids. Lots of it is letting go of them, to have them make their own decisions, own mistakes, own lives. Nervous to have them on their own and maybe, not take showers everyday, not get up on time, not live up to their potential. We are a little out of sync with these kiddos – many of them have jobs and live on their own with some support which is not quite what I imagine with Edda, but it’s still nice to gather ’round. I’m so impressed with these parents! it’s not easy, but we all muddle through.
I’ve been talking to Vince lots these past few weeks, he’s nervous waiting for results of a big exam. But he sounded good last night, he’s very busy at work, doing work stuff – which takes his mind off of the anxiety of the test results. He accidentally, on the phone, called Edda Elka (which I do all the time) and then he mentioned the time he called me Google instead of Mom. Perhaps this was the height of the pandemic when his Google home assistant was his best friend, so he called out “Hey Google” 17 times a day, and hence, my name “mom” was replaced by “google”. There you go, the internet overlords have completely taken over.
Jeremy’s coming home tonight (Saturday) and I made it through the week in a mostly good mood – though, man, still moody at some point. On Thursday, there was a team effort to help me make it to choir practice – there are only two practices left in the season – and since they are the only time I really practice and, honestly, there are three new pieces every two weeks, so it goes FAST and I need the rehearsal time and I like seeing my friends. We had a fast dinner at home, then Felix and I headed over to church at 7 pm and Ginny gave Edda a shower at home and then brought her over at 8 pm and then I brought Edda down to the childcare room where Felix was working and put her in the middle of a bunch of elementary school kids. It was fine and I got to sing and Edda was mostly happy and the other kids were curious and fine and grateful (I guess) for the turn to TV watching for the last hour of the session. Sorry, these photos are terrible, but I’m trying to figure photos out again.
Josh is our intrepid choir director – so unbelievably talented, but a little uptight and anxious. I think we’ve relaxed him a bit over time. We are a small, but mighty motley crew.
