Thursday, April 28, 2011

A Royal Wedding

Poor Mr.O. He's tired of all the news coverage of the royal wedding.

Not his cup of tea. Pity.

I admit I've caught royal wedding fever in the last few days. It stirs up fond memories when I was a ten year old girl. I recall waking up at four o'clock in the morning to watch Prince Charles marry Lady Diana Spencer in 1981.

That spectacular event left a vivid impression on me. The glass carriage, the wedding gown, the tiara, the pomp and fanfare. This is the stuff that little girls dream of - a real life fairytale.

But as you know, there was no happily ever after.

Sad but true.

In these troubled times, it's no wonder to feel cynical; grief and despair. Even scepticism. Is the monarchy still relevant in the 21st century?

Only time will tell.

Like the rest of the world, I'll be watching bright and early on Friday. And hoping for some magic, nostalgia and true love.

A little good news wouldn't hurt.


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Battle of the Books

Did you know I have two little bookworms? Every night, they pick out a book, crawl into their beds and do some reading.

And lately, A.R has been bringing two books to his bed. Sometimes, I'd catch him reading till midnight.

"Why are you up so late?"

My son said he had a list of books to read since he joined the Battle of the Books. I told him I never heard of it, and he further explained that it's a wonderful program between public libraries and schools in the region of Durham to encourage reading for all students.

Little did he know that the Battle of the Books is also a competition held every year throughout the Durham region. And that he actually joined the school team! For the past month, A.R and five other members of the team would practice answering questions about the books they've read. No small detail overlooked.

On the very first day of competition, A.R was very nervous. I told him not to worry and that he'll do fine. And sure enough, they came home first in the Junior Semi-Final, and the following week, first in the Junior Final.

A.R's school was off to the Junior Regional Championships!

Last Thursday, Mr. O took my son to the competition. There were six school teams; and said the competition was intense. As a spectator, my husband couldn't handle the pressure. However, he was so impressed with all of the kids. Certainly, it was a battle of wits. A.R's school missed two questions during the Regular Battle but was perfect in the Lightning round. They finished fourth this year, and we're so proud of them!

After the match, my son announced he'll be back for the Battle of the Books 2012.

What a bookworm!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Behind The Smile

I live a simple, quiet life. And I consider myself blessed to have a wonderful family, friends and a lovely home. It would seem my life is perfect.

But it's not.

In fact, I've been feeling miserable these past few months. I'm sick, tired and weak. And I am not enjoying 40 so much. There are days when I don't want to get out of bed; I don't want to write, to think and to feel.

However, I get up, I smile and bravely go my way. I do my best to make life happy and normal for my kids.

Luckily, I have this little space I can turn to. It's my saving grace. Here I can find some comfort, peace and happiness - even for a brief moment.

For now, I keep active with the family - gardening, soccer and skating are on the list. Anything to forget my troubles.

I'm certain I'll resolve these health problems soon. I'm seeing my doctor again next week. Hopefully, he can put me out of my misery.

Until then, I smile and wait patiently.

Monday, April 4, 2011

One of the Boys

A little each day, I feel distant from my boys.

Let's face it, I'm not interested in Nintendo, Wii and computer games. In fact, Mr. O has taken up the hobby of playing Pokemon just so he can stay connected with his sons.

As for me, I am having trouble making the connection. And lately, I feel so out of place.

So alone.

Wasn't there a time when my boys wanted to be with me? What happened?

Now, they are constantly with their father, following his every move.

But I wasn't going to give up on my kids. Surely, there must be something I could do with them.

Let's play some soccer! What a great idea!

We headed to J.P's school, and discovered we had the soccer field all to ourselves.


I was goalkeeper for my boys' team. Who would have thought?

It was hilarious to play against Mr. O. especially when A.R used his fancy footwork to score the winning goal.

No more worries here. I guess I'll do whatever it takes to be one of the boys.