Wednesday, 6 April 2011

How do you spell beautiful?

Yesterday during my parent/teacher interview at my sons school, I noticed in his book that he had spelt the word "beautiful" wrong. I bit my lip to stop the strange sudden tears.

I've always been a good speller, but struggled with this word too. I can't believe that back in 1981 I was in Year 4 spelling 'beautiful' wrong and then I blinked. Now it's 2011 and my son is in Year 4 spelling 'beautiful' wrong. (If Taylor Mali was his teacher, he'd be right on that.)

I took Max out for High Tea to celebrate.

                We call it High Tea because after we eat it .... we're high.

I asked him, if he could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? He chose Fiji. We talked about how he "accidentally" left his maths textbook in his tote tray at school for the entire term, and how we will be doing ten minutes every day on it together, until he catches up. He pulled a face but I said it's cool, I'd help him .. that I don't want him going through school getting left behind and feeling dumb and stupid, because that's exactly how I felt. He told me I wasn't dumb and stupid. And then he asked for some more High Tea.


I demolished my marshmallow chocolate skewer in record time. Max looked over at my empty plate and said MUM! WHY DO YOU EAT SO QUICKLY? I told him that I can't help it .... that I really looooved it so much, see?



We both felt like more and debated it together .. I had a pot of chilli in the slowcooker and didn't want us to ruin our appetites. We compromised with take-away hot chocolates before we went in to the bookshop.

I can't remember the last time I'd had time just with him. I'm obscenely distracted and busy, most days. Last night I lay in bed, thinking about how important it is to mosey, daydream, and dawdle.

I thought about how, when I went back to our table because I forgot my phone, I glanced at Max's empty plate.

                   
 .... and my heart soared like this soaring thing.

37 comments:

  1. aawww:-) That is just wonderful ! so cute xxx
    Onya Max!

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  2. I iimagine your heart just about burst with happiness seeing that. Mine did! :-) Made the tears flow.

    Such a beautiful moment. He gets that sweet, reflective nature from you...

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  3. Those skewers look outrageously good. I always struggled with beautiful too. And accommodation (who knew there was an extra m in there?) and without fail EVERY SINGLE TIME definitely. Thank goodness for those squiggly red lines under typed words - they are like your 4th grade teacher tut tutting you aren't they?

    You are an awesome Mum and this post made my heart soar like a soary thing x

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  4. OK.

    That's 2 days in a row now, that you've made tears spring to my eyes faster than I can stop them.

    It's his little crookedy finger scrawl, alright.

    Heaven on earth.

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  5. Crookedy finger scrawl.

    Oh, that crookedy finger scrawl gives me reason to live.

    xo

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  6. Awwwness.xxx And we totally need to have a 'High Tea' meetup one of these days!

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  7. That crookedy finger scrawl is totally up there with Max's Heart Light.... Keep them both safe in your Heart and you will be OK my beautiful daughter..... That High Tea looks DIVINE... xoxoxox Love Eden's Mum

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  8. Shit Eden, every time I come to your blog I cry!!

    But it's a happy, moved, deeply touched cry.

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful moment with your little man xx

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  9. awww that is so sweet, I cant wait to be a mum.

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  10. I loved reading that post, from start to finish. You really have a gift with words.

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  11. Aww, Eden ... more tears ... just beautiful xx

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  12. Oh how gorgeous. It made my heart melt.

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  13. These images and your words and how you just GET that the mosey meander is priceless gold makes me so so so glad. xx

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  14. CANNOT WAIT to have high tea with you on Sunday (and Monday, and Tuesday AND WEDNESDAY)!!!

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  15. This post makes my heart soar, so I can just imagine what an enormous lift it would have been for you! x

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  16. Bootiful, just bewdyfull. The post, those skewers and the hearten because imknow you both licked your fingers clean when you finished them.

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  17. i just wanted to say that i know at times you may not think you're life is "all that" but i covet what you have - i truly do my friend.

    ~x~

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  18. wow! blogs of note ... congratulations that is my dream

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  19. Aww, Eden, how beautiful is this...You always make my heart sing a little with your writing. Blog of Note indeed.

    PS Now I'm hungry.

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  20. Beautiful's the word of the day. It's thrown out so cheaply, I'd forgotten what a wonderful word it is. Then I read it so many times in the post and comments, it become foreign and new again.

    I love the decadence of those chocolate marshmallow skewers too. A bit of that doesn't go astray at times either. ;)

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  21. And you knew it was important to have that second skewer even though there was chili!

    Thank you, I bow in awe to your greatness with words, your love for your child and your wisdom. Plus you shared it all with me! You are appreciated!

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  22. This choked me up a little, I have to admit. I have a son, as well, my one and only, and these kinds of little connections mean so much as they grow. I hope I'm not missing too much. I hope I'm there for him as much as he needs me to be, though I'm always afraid that I'm not... too distracted with the job and the writing and the fact that he falls behind in his school work. I get angry and exasperated and so much of our time together is spent in frustration. But I know these little moments. They are what tell you that this child is a part of you... and you are a part of him (or her). They remind you what your job is here, being a mother... to love and to connect and to help them (and *let* them) be the very best them they can be. I think that we're our best when we know, without a doubt, that we are loved.

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  23. So very touching. I had trouble with beautiful at that age as well, until my teacher said it in a long, drawn out way, pronouncing every letter.
    Bee-aay-you-tiful!
    I wonder if Little Danger will have the same difficulty when he reaches school.

    I am new to following your blog, but it is a beautiful thing.

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  24. I love reading posts like this when I am up through the night nursing my five week old ! :)
    M

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  25. I found you through blogs of note.

    This was such a heartwarming story...made all the more beautiful because I don't have children of my own. You are quite fortunate to have the love of this child. Thanks for sharing.

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  26. This makes me say- "I'm done working today!!"

    It's time to go enjoy my kids.

    Thank you

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  27. Absolutely love this. And you, obv. Rachel :)

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  28. Isn't it amazing when you see yourself in your child? (Unfortunately for me, all I ever get to see is my husband in my daughter - she's nothing like me and exactly like him)

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  29. Snifffff....tearing up over here!!

    I love spending time alone with my little boy..he is such a gentle soul. This post reminded me of something he did a few months ago...

    We were at the top of the Mountain here in Montreal and I was sitting with my son on a ledge cuddling while we watched his step-dad dance with his little sister to music that was playing...Chase was playing in the sand as he was watching.

    Finally he tugged on my shirt and pointed to the sand..he had drawn a happy face and then looked up at me and said..."Mommy im so happy!"

    (crap I am crying right now remembering it)

    Oh how we need to cherish and remember these special moments!! Bless your sons soul and however he wants to write beautiful! :)

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  30. So strange to catch glimpses of yourself reflected back at you, isn't it...so beautiful, and (for me at least) slightly awe (or is it fear?) inspiring...

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  31. Beauty comes in many forms. The world is quite beautiful, not matter how you spell it. ~crow

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  32. I have a two year-old...we were sitting on the couch today, he at one end and I at the other. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, he scootched his little bottom slowly down to my end, picked up my hand, and wound his chubby little fingers in mine. Moments like that make me remember why I'm even alive in the first place. My thoughts to you and your precious one!

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  33. Eden man...you have no idea how MUCH you inspire.

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