I have such a desire recently to show our friends and family what life is like for use living here in Germany. Of course, my thoughts immediately turn to blogging. It is where I can open myself up and make my voice heard. I have encounters or thoughts each day that I would just love to share and so it’s brought me to this. I have another blog site; one that I have very inconsistently added to over the last couple of years, but this blog is different. My other blog is humorous; people expect that and enjoy that from my posts. This one, while it may involve humor, it also may not always be for a few chuckles to start your day. It will be a way for me to communicate to those I love the kinds of things that are going on for our family here in Germany.
These days we live in a whole different world. We’ve made some huge changes and life for our family is moving into a new era. One of the biggest changes for us has been Charly and Chelsy entering full-day school. They started Kindergarten here at Landstuhl Elementary School. We have put them in the American school for many reasons, but mainly because the German kindergartens are very different, done in a kind of Montessori style. Charly and Chelsy (being just about to turn six) are ready for something much more structured. It’s been so strange not having them by my side most of the time. I go to the store with just one or two kids in tow and feel like I’m missing a limb. I’m constantly looking around for the phantom children that my mind assumes should be with me.
With the older girls in school, poor little Benji was bored out of his mind and desperately lonely so I enrolled him in the local German Kindergarten. Here kindergarten is for ages 3-6, so he is one of the very young in his class, but it has been very good for him. He at first assumed the kids didn’t like him, I’m sure because of the language barrier, but he has a few American kids in his class that he attached to and he has begun to enjoy his few hours a day at the school house. He has also begun to use common words in German now. He rarely says, good-bye, please or thank you in English anymore. The ladies at the local market think he is most darling thing when he calls “tchusse” to them as we leave. They reward him with candies each time we stop in.
As for Alysa, she is learning to entertain herself a bit here and there. She’s at that in-between stage: she isn’t a baby anymore, yet she’s not really a kid either. We all enjoy watching her transform into a little lady.
Alright, I should sign off for now. Until next time….