this month has been sort of nostalgic for me with regards to my kids. maybe the reality that we are moving is making me hungrily soak in all of the good things that happened while we were here. one of the VERY good things which happened here was this: my middle son became a writer. i have written beforeabout how we struggled with this. and how one of THE hardest things to do as a homeschooling mama is to find balance. balance when a child is reluctant about doing something. yet remaining lovingly pushy because while not every child will become the next Ernest Hemingway, there might be hidden talent under the layers of stubborness and laziness that quite often plague the minds of the young (boys especially?). nevertheless, this was one of his writing assignments last week: write to me about your experience at redzevous. and write he did. there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. here are his words…..
One night my grandpa said that Rendezvous was in two weeks and my heart was leaping with joy. After all it only comes once a year. But when I heard it was just me and pops for the day I felt nervous because I had never helped set up the tipi before, but luckily I had just read a book about it.
We left at nine o’clock and the drive was long, but once I saw the Rendezvous sign, the drive was worth it because I love the smell of gunsmoke.
It was very hard trying to find a spot without any antholes, gopher holes or cow poop, but after five minutes we found one in the shade. Little did we know that the tree was on the verge of breaking, but thankfully we could still move the main structure.
After everything was unpacked, I relaxed for about one minute. I was waiting for pops to ask me if I wanted to throw tomahawk or shoot bow and arrow. But this time he said RIFLE. My heart stopped because I have been waiting my whole life for that moment and right away I said, “yes!”.
I will always remember how the order goes (hopefully). It is: powder, patch, ball, cap and FIRE! and after the day was over it was like having a second birthday!
The next day I woke up and it was very misty and cool. In the afternoon the rest of my family came and I felt more comfortable. But only my brothers and sister stayed. We went to shoot bow and arrow and my big brother C won first place, my sister S second, I won third and my little brother M, fourth. Later pops and I went to throw tomahawk and we scored the same, which was thirty-three.
Sadly, I had to leave the next day, but that didn’t really bother me ’cause I felt like a real mountain (BOY).
from this paper i learned that we can’t always assume that our kids take anything for granted. my children are very fortunate, due to being homeschooled, that they get to do a lot of really neat things. “conventional” schooling and scheduling would never allow one to feel like a real mountain boy. and thanks be to God that a little bit of solid homeschooling has given him the tools to accurately and beautifully articulate, in writing, not only to me, but to whoever reads this: exactly what that feels like!
btw. this is what that real mountain boy looked like the day we, the rest of the family, showed up.