We’re back in little Latvija, Gaŗezers, amongst family and
friends. First the basics: it is 20˚ cooler here than in SC, I’ve brought with
a total of two pairs of pants for each of the boys and (0) warm long-sleeved
shirts for mom. But isn’t that how it goes, it’s harder for mom than it is for
the boys?
Lauris attended his first day of Biz Biz yesterday, the
morning program for 3-6 year olds. As I left him crying with the more than
capable counselors I repeated to myself all the reasons we had decided he would
attend – the Latvian atmosphere will be good for him, he needs to learn to
interact with other children, I can’t keep him with me forever, a week of
mornings with only Mikus will do us all good – and then I cried, as what kind
of mother leaves her 3 year old behind, crying for her, without looking back?
It’s harder for mom than it is for the boys. (And of this I was sure upon
returning, as Lauris came flying towards me with tales of all he had done, the cepumiņi he had eaten, the other boy he
had met… and of course the refrain of mēs
ejam caur’, mēs ejam caur, caur veco Rīgas tiltu which was repeatedly sung
all afternoon.)

Mikus provided me with the biggest parenting scare of my
life so far, after taking a tumble down some stairs on Saturday night. Used to
his antics resulting in various bumps and bruises and not having seen the fall,
I scooped him up – only to have him loll back in my arms, seemingly
unconscious. All the years of first aid training I’d received during my years
as a firefighter were replaced by pure panic as I calculated our distance from
the closest ER, so luckily I was surrounded by calm and rational friends that guided
us to the first aid station where we were met with a pediatric ER doctor, an
EMT and my mom. When it became obvious that Mikus had just had all the air
knocked out of him and was emerging from the experience with just another bump,
all attention turned to the frantic mom – it’s harder for the mom than it is
for the boys.

We attended the boys’ cousin’s birthday party on Saturday,
where both Lauris and Mikus were truly in heaven; surrounded by kids and loving
family members they enjoyed an entire day of play in the sand and surf, with almost
unlimited access to shovels and trucks for the sand, fishing poles for the lake, and cupcakes for the stomach. Meanwhile mom tried to remain calm despite
the close proximity to all kinds of dangers; water, stairs, cars, cupcakes… It’s
harder for mom than for the boys.

That evening was a wonderful program at the Gaŗezers summer
high school, muzēju nakts. On the campus are three museums: Klinklāva galerija (the art
museum), Skautu un gaidu muzējs (the
Latvian scout and girl guide museum) and Grīna
muzējs (the museum of Latvian culture). Based on similar museum days in
France, the museums had coordinated this festival to introduce visitors who
might not otherwise visit these wonderful cultural resources to the treasures
within their walls. This free event allowed us to participate in various
activities such as baking bread on a campfire with the scouts and guides, painting
a masterpiece with the art museum and listening to kokles being played by students from the high school. In addition
we feasted on foods specially prepared to reflect the three museums, including pīrāgi and Jāņu siers at “Café Ūsiņš,”
representing Grīna muzējs. The boys loved being the center of attention,
getting messy with oil-based paint, getting up close and personal with a
campfire and occasionally taking off into a throng of people. Again I repeat –
more difficult for mom...

The adventures will no doubt continue, as tomorrow marks the
arrival of my cousins from Chicago and this weekend is the annual volleyball
weekend that brings hundreds of Latvians to the Latvian Center every summer.
Maybe at some point I’ll have the mommy angst more under control to be better
able to enjoy these summer days, however until then we’ll try to keep ourselves
busy in the sand and sun.
PS I’ve heard ice cream (for the boys) and wine (for mom!)
helps, I’ll keep you posted…