It's been a long time since i' ve blogged, and I do miss that distant phenomenon that I used to call "free time" however, life is filled with greatness from pre-dawn to well past dusk these days, and I honestly wouldn't trade it in for any amount of extra time...
Cedro grows and changes quicker than I can keep up. The hours that I spend at work bring new words, gestures and mannerisms. The time I spend at home brings new ideas and inspiration for the sixth graders I will all too soon be sending off to high school. How quickly the tides change.
The CEC will be welcoming a new director and many new staff in August and the changes, while overwhelming, will be enough to keep us afloat and the students swimming. Speaking of swimming, my older son Bismark was nearly swept out to sea along with two friends last week. A river emptied into the high tide at a barely named beach north of Samara, and pulled them out before I even had a chance to get Cedro out of his Ergopack. Thanks to strong will and some local guys with a boogie board, all were pulled safely to shore, a bit heavy with seawater, and scared, but conscious and without any need of medical attention. While I struggled with Bismark, following the flow and aiming at a rocky outcrop near the end of the crescent beach, I felt the animal, instinctual will to survive and protect the young stronger than ever before. I was not just helping a distressed swimmer, not just a child, but MY child. The feeling stays with me even as I write. All were safe, all were well, and Bismark and Friend soon returned to frolic in the waves (low tide) and overcome any fear that built up in those unsure minutes.
A scary but good experience on the whole, both he and I have much more respect for the power of the sea and much more bonded love for each other.