New day, new school!
Local public school, here come the Sheck girls!
Clothing choices, bus stops in the neighborhood, new friends, and new opportunities. We are all excited for what this big change will bring.
Local public school, here come the Sheck girls!
Clothing choices, bus stops in the neighborhood, new friends, and new opportunities. We are all excited for what this big change will bring.
After 11+ years, our family decided to leave the only elementary/middle school our kids have ever known.
The girls are ok with the decision, excited even. We received several kind messages from teachers – some who had taught the boys.
On to new adventures next week!
All good things must come to an end.
The Shecks had a good 17.5 year run.
A kid got left at church after Family Formation tonight.
Text from child left behind: Where are you?
Parent #1 replies : In the kitchen.
Kid goes to kitchen at church and replies: I don’t see you.
Meanwhile, Parent #2 realizes what is going on and says to Parent #1,
“How did you and #4 not realize #1 wasn’t with you when you left the church?”
We really haven’t had what anyone in MN would call “Spring” this year. In spite of that, my memories of the final weeks we had with Astrid have been running through my mind.
Last month I attended the funeral for a young woman I never met but had recently met her parents. In the eulogies prior to the funeral service, her youngest brother spoke about how during a period of time when the young woman was not around for family gatherings, he would do a head count, feel her missing presence, and recognize his family was “not complete.” These two words struck me at my heart – I feel them two ways. One, as the missing person and two, as the person missing someone else.
When you lose a child who no one ever had the chance to meet “in real life,” it makes for interesting introductions. When someone asks how many kids I have, I almost always say 4. It’s not that I’m ashamed or embarrassed that I have two others (one miscarried and one stillborn,) rather, those are sacred parts of my life that I reserve for people who have earned the right to know. But as I answer the question about kids, I feel the words “not complete” in my chest. It’s a heaviness that I doubt will ever go away.
5/14/23
Today is sandwiched between a day I remember as a painfully low day and one that brought immense joy. Three years ago on 5/13/20, we found out that Astrid had died. Tomorrow is her older brother’s birthday. And though it will get its own post, I will briefly mention that Astrid’s birth day is the next day, 5/16.
Next year it looks like I will be spared the aligning of her non-heartbeat day with Mother’s Day. I’m grateful for that. As the parent of a child who died before they “should” have, these Hallmark holidays can be especially difficult. It’s a fine line to walk being excited to have kids around and yet recognizing things are not complete. Someone is missing. (Two someones, actually.) And while I do want to be upbeat and cheery for my four Shecklets, my melancholic self tends to notice who is missing. And that makes me sad.
I can’t believe it has been three years since we lost Astrid. The times I imagine her as the age she “should” be are fewer than in the past, but I do tend to picture her as an almost three year old around this time of year. I see my four kids getting older, growing in independence, and I enjoy each one of the so much. And yet, when I stop and look, I realize my picture is not complete. Someone is missing.
Ultimate frisbee game at MG this afternoon. The field was pretty soggy as evidenced by the players’ backs and legs.
Shecklet #2 received the sacrament of Confirmation this morning at the Cathedral of St. Paul. It was a cool, rainy day but beautiful I’m spite of the weather.
I am so proud of this kid and how he has taken this next step in his faith. His sponsor, a young man from the parish who he has connected with over the years thanks to frisbee and his overall involvement with teens at church, has been a positive role model for #2 in many ways.
Grandma Patti and Grandpa Dave joined us along with Michelle (#2’s godmother). We celebrated after mass by gathering at the Rusty Taco.
We have two kids solidly in their teens. Shecklet #2 turns 15 today. Yowzers! He has grown and changed SO much in the last year. Definitely looks more like a young man than an older boy. He’s our witty jokester who is adventurous, yet kind. He’s great with kids and isn’t afraid to hold a baby. His passion is skiing – mostly the terrain park – and he also enjoys mountain biking and ultimate frisbee. He’s a positive example at his high school and stays true to his values. He is active in his faith and has made good friends who support each other in it. His sights are set on pursuing a career in engineering and I have no doubt that he will do great!
Happy birthday Shecklet #2! We love you and are so proud of who you are becoming!
All of the grandkids were able to help Grandma Patti celebrate her birthday today! 🎉🍀