This week, as I have been reading the posts about the end of school festivities back home, I find myself missing those traditions--because that's what they are--traditions. The excitement in the air, as the days grow warmer and the school year grows shorter. The calendars chock full of end of year plays, recitals, ceremonies, and programs. The press for completing school work, studying for finals, making the perfect gifts for all those wonderful teachers. (Oh, how I truly appreciate those teachers now!) Never mind that normally I hate this time of year; that the business and bustle is usually enough to send me into a tailspin of depression. For, this year I am missing it! And I want to experience every stress-inducing moment of it, darn it! --for tradition's sake!
Besides, it's confusing to be going into winter here, as all of my previously known world is going into summer. Is Christmas just around the corner? No, it's June. As I see billboards advertising stores' winter lines, I'm telling everyone here that they will be getting snow back home...no, wait...still June! (Of course, there still is a good chance of a snow storm--but, that's just springtime in Cache Valley.) I have been able to keep the seasons straight up until now. But, somehow, the end of school buzz has me all fouled up. And I am celebrating, in true Kathy fashion, with one of my typical pity parties. People all over the world, right at this moment, are experiencing the devastation of natural disaster, the pain of a difficult diagnosis, the tragedy of losing a loved one; and I am crying about missing out on the fifth grade biography fair. Wow. I guess I haven't learned much this year.
I am reminded of something I should have learned; something I thought I had learned, but apparently didn't. I have been teaching the children at home this year. (Again, let me give a BIG "shout out" to teachers everywhere!!) In Keira's history class, we have been learning about geography. We have an inflatable globe, and have been studying the continents of the earth. (Incidentally, I am embarrassed to say that, before this year, I could not have named all of the continents with certainty. It is therefore, with pride, that I announce that I [and my kindergartner ] can confidently name all seven continents; and we can even sing you a snappy little song, if you want to hear it sometime. ---I guess I did learn at least one thing.----) Anyway, as we were studying North and South America, I explained to Keira that North America is the continent where we are from, and South America is the continent where we are now living. She became very upset and insisted that we are NOT "living" here! ("We do NOT live in Brazil! We live in Logan!") It didn't matter how many times I explained to her that our home is still in Logan, that we would return there after a year, but that we are actually living here for right now. She was adamant that "we do NOT live here!!!" After several weeks of going through this, reducing her nearly to tears, I finally relented. ("You are right Keira, we LIVE in Logan.")
This got me thinking, "Am I really living here, or am I just biding my time until we can return to the 'Promised Land' of Logan?" (I pause to laugh here, because it was just a year ago that I was complaining about how dull Logan is. "If only I lived in California, then I'd be happy....") Anyway,I made a commitment to myself, those 6 months ago, that I would do my best to really live the remainder of the time I had here, and not treat it like some sort of long, torturous test away from reality. This was going to be great! Not only was I going to be happier, but I was going to be an example to my children that truly living and being happy with one's circumstances has nothing to do with location, and everything to do with attitude! After all, as long as we are together, we are home. But alas, somewhere along the way, I lost sight of my wonderful plan, and I find myself biding my time again, until I can return home--to true bliss. (Snort!)
Writing this, it occurs to me that I have learned several lessons:
- I am ridiculous.
- I am slow to learn.
- I am never happy.
- I have a lot to learn.
But still, I have the desire to learn a lesson once, and have it down pat. I don't want to have to learn it over and over again! I don't want to be a slow learner! I used to sign Marissa up for various classes when she was younger; ballet, soccer, art. After a season, I would ask her if she wanted to sign up again. She would reply, matter-of-factly, "No, I have already learned that." It would really frustrate me. And, now I see where she got that from. Now, I see that life's lessons, just like ballet, soccer, or art, must be practiced over and over again to become truly proficient. We may not have to exactly relearn every principle, but we do have to practice each one. And, as we "master" these principles, we are taught more, "line upon line, precept upon precept."
It is true that I have learned many lessons this year. And, it is true that I continually forget the lessons that I have learned. But, thankfully, I will have the chance to practice these lessons again and again throughout my life. I hope that I will remember that, even though I am not yet proficient--not yet perfect--that it doesn't mean that I am hopeless. I hope that I can remember that it is a blessing to be able to have time to practice in this most important class called "Life". (And, if you ever find me not paying attention in class because I am too busy comparing my children to your children, or coveting your perfect family vacation, please forgive me...and then give me a good, swift kick in the pants!)