What a week.
Zack graduated from high school. Upon counting, I realized that he attended 11 schools from age two to 17. He not only got through it, he got an academic scholarship to his top choice university!
On Tuesday, we were hit by a 7.2 magnitude earthquake. Earthquakes are frequent here, but it’s not often that your kid comes home from taking a final exam to tell you that he had to take shelter under his desk during the test. After two years at the high pressure international school, Dwight was quick to think on is feet. He took his final exam paper and pencil under the desk with him and continued to work through the quake!
Yesterday I celebrated the end of the year with Harold’s second grade class. His great teacher created a great game. The kids wrote clues about themselves, which were read by other students, and then the class guessed which kid the clues described. Everyone in the room laughed when child after child read, as their first clue, “Lives in Taipei.” They really giggled when one child read, “has black hair.” There were face palms and one child said, “doesn’t everyone here have black hair?” to which some of the kids called out, in response, the handful of names of students who do not.
The boys are showing signs that the emotional magnitude of another overseas move is hitting them hard. The sadness shows up in different ways for each of them, but it’s clearly present for us all. This morning, the last day of school, Bob sat on the edge of his bed and said, “I’m not going to get out of bed, because when I do, it’s the beginning of the end.”
As a distraction, as their friends all depart for their summers in their home countries; before we make our move, we will embark on a short adventure to Osaka, Japan next week. Taking in castles, museums, memorials and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, as a family, should help dull the pain. At least that’s our hope.