I am a girl who loves mountains, changing seasons, running, true backpacking, strong coffee, and knitting with high quality yarn.
When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Life is beautiful.
On Saturday Stephen had a game they won 5:2. This weekend he'll have 5 games! No time to breathe.
He is in white t-shirt.
On Sunday we went for a bike ride to Forest Park, on Leaf Ericson. I am not a big fan of biking, but Stephen was even slower, so it all worked out. After 10 miles we later walked on Wildwood trail for an hour or so, just hanging out.
We talked to Alex again this morning, he sounded much better. So did we. You know, we have a saying in Russia: "morning is wiser than night", and also "at night all cats are black". I am sure there is something in English with a meaning of the general idea that any not-so-good thing that happens is blown out of proportion when it's dark. I guess it's human nature, circadian rhythms or something. We got our contract with boarding school faxed to us, and it's a 12 months thing, after which it's a month-to-month basis. It's a relief, we can take it from here. Next Focus seminar is scheduled for December. You know, I actually understand Alex. It's a very American thing to try and dig that "inner child" out. Russian men have a gene, as well as they sucked it with mama's milk, that men don't cry, don't complain and don't ask for help. No sweet talking. Do it, that's it. Or don't do it, but alas, no discussing. Alex is a reall Russian man. He had an appendectomy when he was 5, and they started cutting him open before he went to sleep - he didn't even blink. I love my son so much, I just wish he pushed through this program and got home. It's not about an addiction anymore, it's about self-esteem and peer pressure. That will take awhile, may be a lifetime. I know I still have this problem, and no hypnosis, seminars, psychologists or psychic powers so far had done me any good. I just live with it every day and make my choices. I do want the best for my kids, and since I live here, in US, and they are going to stay here, we need to play by the rules.
I often joke I can't go home because toilet paper is not as soft there as it is here:)
C'mon, smile. I am. I am a fighter, and I am not giving up on anything, neither my kids, my family, nor myself. I am alive and kickin'
p.s. No offense or harrasment is intended...sheesh, I need a disclaimer on my own post! But yes, I don't mean to hurt anyone's feeling, it's just a bit...harder, just a touch, to be a first generation of immigrants and adjust to culture and a new way of thinking. But what true is that nobody is holding a gung to my head to keep me here, so obviously I like it enough. I do have many opportunities I could have not have back home, and I do appreciate it. And how many of those opportunities I use is up to me only, my choice, no blame, no harm.
Whew, friends, peace, bubble gum?
(it was another one of saying in my childhood:))