Sat 30 Dec 2006
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Jordan’s team didn’t win the championship game – they were defeated more by the schedule than anything, I think. But 2nd place is still a win and something to be proud of.
Jordan was named MVP for the semi-final game. He was *thrilled*. And then, after the last game, he was given a trophy for being his team’s MVP for the whole tournament. heeeeeee! He was so happy. I’m so proud. More than being “just” a reward for his hard work, this is somewhat of a personal triumph for Jordan as well. He’s been through some pretty crappy stuff, and this is such a postive thing and it goes a long way to making that other stuff go away.
Today was Mark’s birthday. We celebrated with his parents and some of that amazing Black Forest Cake my mil makes. Jordan is still recovering from playing three games in six hours yesterday and ate almost non-stop. And after all that hockey what better way is there to recover than a day at your grandparents’ house eating, playing board games and doing this?
I don’t think there is a better way :D
Fri 29 Dec 2006
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Max wants to go to goalie school too. ugh… blurry pic.
Jordan is in the final day of a 3-day hockey tournament. They’ve already played (and won!) two games today and we leave in a bit for the third – the championship game. Three games of hockey in one day is a really tough schedule, but they are all up for it.
We are still in the thick of celebrations here. Lots of company. Christmas we had eleven for brunch and seven for supper. Then more company and hockey and then more company and more hockey… so much food! Tomorrow is Mark’s birthday, then the new year… one big week-long party :D
Jordan was so happy to get another pair of EZ’s Moccasin socks for Christmas. He put them on right away. I don’t love knitting socks, but that boy makes it totally worth it.
Right now… off to the rink for that championship game. Think good thoughts for Jordan! :)
Fri 22 Dec 2006
To hold the world in the plam of your hand…
It is the Solstice and tonight we decorated our trees. Jordan was so happy. I never imagined that anyone else – not even my own child – would feel the same way about Christmas as I do. But he does, and that means I am free to indulge myself, because it is for him, afterall ;)
Tiny handknit mittens.
Every one of the hundreds of ornaments on our tree has a story. This tiny pair of handknit mittens was given to me at Christmastime by a highschool friend. She and her family had come to Canada from Holland a year or two before. She made them herself. She also made a little pin – a swatch of knitting and a tiny ball of wool on toothpick needles. The sweetest little things. For a few years I wore the mittens pinned to my winter coat. When I had my first christmas tree a few years later, I had too few ornaments for it. I made some and then I unpinned these little mittens from my coat and hung them on the tree. And they have been on every tree – almost 20 of them – since.
This afternoon, my friend Liz drove down to see me. She is living in England now, home for Chirstmas, and I haven’t seen her ages. It was so nice to see her again. As usual when we are together, I laughed til I cried. It was just what a needed – a perfect christmas gift.
Tue 19 Dec 2006
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There is very little chance we’ll have a White Christmas here this year. But at least we have this – a miniature white christmas on the sideboard in the kitchen. Tonight, Jordan had an early dinner before hockey and he ate with only the light of this little village and some candles.
We saw Messiah last night. It was beautiful and moving and just what I needed. I’ve begun my baking now, we have our tree… maybe christmas will come after all :)
Mon 18 Dec 2006
“… a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys… though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
“A Christmas Carol” ~ Charles Dickens
Last night, we went to Westfield Heritage Village for T’was the Night Before Christmas. It was gorgeous. I can’t get enough of that place, especially at Christmas. The lantern-light and old buildings. Jordan likes the general store and spent a quarter of an hour carefully considering how to spend his money. He got some ladybug chocolates and two wooden tops :)
I had my camera with me, but not the memory card (*loser*), so I’ll recycle a photo from last year:
I’ve been reading A Christmas Carol to Jordan at bedtime. I have a beautiful copy that is lavishly illustrated by Greg Hildebrandt. It has always been one of my very favourite stories; it resonates with me in so many ways. It does with Jordan too – he’ll voluntarily go to bed half an hour early just to hear more of the story.
Tonight, he told me he likes the way it sounds. He said that sometimes it is hard to understand (because of the complex sentences and vocabulary), but he likes it better than the ‘easier’ versions. I love this. I feel strongly that works written in Old(er) English, should be read in the original form, not in a modernized language. In my experience, it is *always* worth the effort. And Jordan seems to agree :) He says he thinks he learns 10 new words every night. I forget sometimes the difference that reading makes. As a child, I read constantly. I couldn’t get enough. The summer I was 10, I read the collected works of Edgar Allan Poe and all the Sherlock Holmes stories – because I wanted to. Jordan still goes out of his way to avoid reading anything. Our exposure to words, ideas, other times and places… is very different (comparing me at 10 to him now). He knows a lot more about some things, I was more well-read. I read so much that it seems I sometimes forgot where and when I really lived :D
Aside from all that academic stuff, it is just a seriously beautiful and meaningful christmas story. It is important to me that I share it with my child. That he loves it as much as I do makes the sharing all the more wonderful. And this christmas, when I’m struggling with feeling rotten and trying desperately to hang on to the sentiment at the top of this entry, those moments when Jordan is snuggled down in his flannel sheets smiling at me sleepily as I read to him my favourite story – those are the moments that are most precious and that nourish my soul.
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