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    • good books
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    • ideas to ponder and discuss
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  • Jane, 13 yrs old
    Rose, 10 yrs
    Beanie, 7 yrs
    Wonderboy, 4 yrs
    Rilla, 2 yrs
    baby eagerly expected in January

    and Scott, the love of my life

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    • FERN HILL

      by Dylan Thomas


      Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

      About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

      The night above the dingle starry,

      Time let me hail and climb

      Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

      And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

      And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

      Trail with daisies and barley

      Down the rivers of the windfall light.



      And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns

      About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,

      In the sun that is young once only,

      Time let me play and be

      Golden in the mercy of his means,

      And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves

      Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,

      And the sabbath rang slowly

      In the pebbles of the holy streams.



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      THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
      by William Butler Yeats

      I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
      And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
      Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
      And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

      And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
      Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
      There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
      And evening full of the linnet's wings.

      I will arise and go now, for always night and day
      I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
      While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
      I hear it in the deep heart's core.



    Rings & Things

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    July 18, 2005

    It Must Be a Sign

    We had an explosion here last week. A language explosion—Wonderboy is suddenly bursting with new signs at the rate of three or four a day. It's awesome. He has even put together his first sentence—and I warn you, it's a heart-melter. Daddy love.

    Jane's baby book (the only one that has anything written in it—sorry, children numbers two, three, and four) contains dated lists of the words she was learning to speak. I collected them with the zeal a philatelist reserves for the rarest of stamps. I would have pressed each new word between tissue like a wildflower, if I could have. Witnessing a child's determined quest for language is one for me of the best parts of motherhood.

    And this time—oh, this time is the best yet. I'm sure my daughters will forgive my saying so, because they're caught up in the spell too. Wonderboy's hands shape meaning from air. Mommy, Daddy, baby, cracker, help, hungry, banana, more, sick, scared, let's go, bye-bye, mine, hi, ball, uh-oh, jump, water, kiss, signing, bird, dog, please, finished...I'm sure I'm missing some. I can't keep up.

    Hand in hand (so to speak) with the emerging signs are new spoken words. Sure, so far they're all variations on the same few sounds—eh eh (help), ah-ah (cracker), mah! mah! (more), MAH-meh (Amen)....We're grateful for the ASL signs that help us translate his speech. More verbal speech will come. But he already speaks volumes with his grin and his fluttering hands.

    This morning he seemed to be practicing all the words he knows, hands flying from one sign to another, talking to no one but himself, chuckling with satisfaction. It put me in mind of one of Rachel Coleman's beautiful songs on the first Signing Time video.

    Tell me that you love me,
    Tell me that you're thinking of me,
    Tell me all about the things you're thinking, both day and night.
    Tell me that you're happy
    And you love it when we're laughing,
    Tell me more, oh tell me more,
    Show me a sign....

    I have raved about Signing Time here before, and I'm sure I'll do it again. It's hard for me to imagine our lives without Signing Time. Rachel Coleman, the creator, and her daughter Leah, who is deaf, and Leah's cousin Alex, who is hearing, are practically part of our family. "Rachel says" and "Leah says" are regular utterances around here. When Wonderboy watches the videos, he looks back and forth from me to Rachel, or from his sisters to the children, in awed delight. His hands soar through the air, mimicking his beloved Rachel. He understands the spoken words "Signing Time" even without his hearing aids in. (This is significant. He probably hears something like "eye-ee-eye," but he sure knows what it means.)

    Rachel's songs have become my personal highway belt-it-out favorites (along with Marie Bellet and Bruce Springsteen), because she *gets it* so completely. Leah was a year old when her parents learned she was deaf. Rachel's family's love and occupation is music, and my hat is off to Rachel Coleman for finding a way to so beautifully combine her old life with her new one. Next to the joy she has brought my children, my favorite thing about Rachel Coleman is her honesty in lyrics. Her song, "The Good," expresses my understanding of motherhood better than anything I've ever written: "Maybe we won't find easy, but baby we've found the good." And the inspiring "Shine" on Volume 6, written with both Rachel's children in mind (her younger daughter, Lucy, has spina bifida and CP), speaks frankly of the pangs that sometimes hit the heart of the parent of a special-needs child:

    Sometimes I see you stuck
    For such a long time
    A daily nothing new
    Pretend I don’t mind
    With lists of things you’ll never do
    Until somehow you do
    And you do – you do – you shine

    The days and months and years,
    they run together
    Is it just one day? Or is this forever?
    You’ve taught me in your lifetime
    More than I’d learned in mine
    And you do, you do, you shine

    Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
    Shine your light on me
    Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
    everyone will see
    Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
    I’m so glad you are mine

    Oh how Rachel nails it! I'm so glad he is mine. Yes, maybe we haven't found easy, but baby, we've found the good. And so very good it is. All the signs say so.

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    Wonderboy sounds like he is doing so well. I love it that he signed daddy love. That is too sweet.

    You've got a great family.

    Sounds like wonderboy is doing great! My son is signing up a storm, and talking too. And we really need to know the sign for uh-oh. I can't find it anywhere. Maybe you'll look back here and post it for me!

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