“Holed in” – This is a term used in these parts for a time when you have to stay put somewhere, usually at home, for a longer period of time than normal. I’m assuming the term came from either underground coal mining or fox holes in the World Wars. I can’t think of an older beginning, but “holed in” was exactly what we were this weekend.
From Friday evening to Sunday evening we were without power due to the big snow storm that hit our region. For us, that also means without water as we have a well that runs on an electric pump. Our one gas heater kept us warm enough, but the water situation got old. Washing dishes with snow isn’t fun after a few meals of doing it. So, when I realized it had been Wednesday since I had showered last and I learned my dad had all the amenities, we trekked out across the snow. The four of us walked out of the holler as the truck wasn’t budging. I borrowed our friend’s/neighbor’s wading boots and walked Ivy and myself across the water. John and Deladis set out with our suitcase up the hill using the oddly placed bridge.
We made it to my dad’s (in the van which we park across the creek), got cleaned up, and John took me out to eat and finish some Christmas shopping for the niece and nephews while my dad and his wife watched the girls. It was a much needed rest. On the ride to the eating place, John and I both felt how tired we were. You know how it is… you don’t feel how tired you are until you try to get out and go somewhere. But, being out after five consecutive days of not leaving the holler, and going out with John made it super nice. That is one thing John and I need more of – couple time. I’m slowly working out what our needs are, and John and I have been talking quite a bit about how things should be for our lives to be balanced and whole. I’m confident and hopeful.
The last time we were out was Wednesday night for Deladis’ first dance recital. John’s mother has been helping us afford lessons for Deladis in tap, ballet, and jazz. At first I thought it would be a good way for her to socialize with other little girls, but she turned out to be the only student in her age group this semester. She has taken to dancing like it is a natural progression for her. She has no problem being the only student, and looks forward to dance class days. I have watched her develop her physical body in ways that she was a little behind other children her age since starting dance. I’ve watched her grow stronger and enjoy physicality, which isn’t her preference of being. Dance has helped balance her.
All of her grandparents, her great grandmother, her aunt and cousin, and John and I came to watch her dance. We along with all the other parents and guests filled the room. She practices behind a curtain with just her teacher watching, so I was a little nervous for her dancing in front of so many people. I didn’t mention that to her though, and talked only about how fun it was going to be, and how much I was looking forward to finally seeing her dance.
She was ready to dance from the moment we walked into the room.
The oldest student is also in class by herself. She is in high school and she danced first. When it was Deladis’ time, she took the floor without hesitation. My eyes teared over when hers met mine. I could tell she was so pleased to share her talent with me. We connected in that moment in that special way that hadn’t happened for a long time. It felt perfect.
Her music was “Away in the Manger”, and she was equipped with all the props.
At the end of the song, she gently placed her doll in the manger and pranced off the floor. I couldn’t have been more proud. I think her teacher was too.
After the next class performed, Deladis had another song – “We Need a Little Christmas” – where she showed us some of her tricks on the mat.
I will be trying my very best to keep her love of learning intact and her self confidence. I see so many of my introverted ways in her, but she had the confidence to shine, and no one should ever put that light out.
We are taking a break from our homeschooling for the rest of the month. We are all tired from the trying time we’ve had over the last little while. I think a break will be what we need. It is always good to reassess and take the time to just be what we are. If I don’t get back here before the new year…. Happy Holidays to Everyone. I wish you many happy days.