Scheherazade in Blue Jeans

Here's what Adam and I are giving Elayna for her thirteenth birthday on Saturday - a custom necklace by kythryne, with thirteen leaves and thirteen flowers.

Thirteen is a big birthday. A big year. A big change.

So tell Elayna - what was thirteen like for you?

Comments to this post will be presented to Elayna bound in the best format I can manage on short notice. :)

School Spirit Week. Hat Day. So she borrowed Adam's Cthulhu hat.

:)

Yes, this is way blurry. I may try to get her to pose with it again. This was a spontaneous thing... she's smiling her Real, Actual smile, not a plastic "get the camera away from me" smile, though, so I love it.

Yes, I have a luck dragon poster on my office door. And a blue squeezy shark on my shelf. The thing it's next to is the ambulatory brain Spooky brought me when I was in the hospital for my video EEG monitoring.

Elayna wears lots of jewelry, multiple layers of necklaces and bracelets; she tears the cuffs off her long-sleeved shirts and layers short-sleeved shirts over them. She prefers her jeans at least mildly shredded. She raids my closet for skirts and silly socks; she wears her socks unmatched. She's getting most of that lovely hair cut off on Thursday. *sigh* But the new hair length will be easier for her to manage. And funkier. And she needs a change, and this change is important to her.

She will be thirteen in a little over a month.

We must put blue or red stripes in her hair, when we put the red in mine.

I never thought I'd be a mom. And then I never thought that I would love being a mom. But my love for this mercurial tatterdemalion, this blossoming writergirl, this witchlet, this perfect storm - my love for her is bigger than I am.

That is enough rambling for now. :)

My Daughter

My daughter is fidgety when we return to the Marine Resource Center, and I worry. My aunt’s friend told her that he was busy, but he’d try to find a few minutes for us. I don’t want him to regret it – I don’t want a busy man’s valuable time squandered on a child who refuses to engage. (For all that she’s outgoing with her friends, my daughter is shy with strangers.)

This part of the trip is all for her. My daughter loves the ocean and everything that lives in it. This few-minute backstage tour is an incredible opportunity.

My aunt’s friend bustles out of the tank room, eager and excited, and his excitement is infectious. He’s clearly done tours before. He welcomes my daughter, and points out a sign hanging above the doors to the tank room:

Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen
and thinking what nobody has thought.

He explains to her, explains his whole theory of scientific discovery. He encourages her to ask questions – insists that she ask questions! – because that’s where the discovery lies. In seeing something no one else has noticed.

She agrees.

We enter the tank room.

The Marine Resource Center serves the entirety of the Marine Biological Laboratories – one of the biggest marine research facilities in the world. The tank room is where all of the animals used in said research come from.

It is enormous.

I have seen it before. I watch my daughter.

She is speechless – not shy almost-teen speechless, but oh-holy-wow speechless. She stands there, taking it all in – massive steel tanks as far back as she can see, the bustle of interns bringing new fish in, pipes everywhere, the sounds of circulating water. Then she notices the tidepool tank, and she is utterly absorbed.

My aunt’s friend grins.

He launches into a description of all of the organisms – sea urchins, squid, crabs, scallops. He shows her. He provokes a scallop into shooting backward; he shows her its many tiny scattered eyes, pinpoints of blue of pale flesh. He puts sea urchins in her hands. He demonstrates the squid’s method of communication. He shows her how to determine a lobster’s gender. She is absolutely riveted.

She turns back to the tank when my aunt’s friend is interrupted on genuine business. I watch her study it, her long blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it away from the lobsters, her slim body bent over the tank to the point of almost being in it, sea stars brushing her fingers.

When my aunt’s friend turns back to her, she asks, What are those? Those tiny specks?

My aunt’s friend is delighted and offers her a job on the spot. She laughs skeptically. He’s not entirely joking. Those are larval squid, he says. Most people need a microscope to see those. He needs people with sharp eyes to go out and collect things like that, the tiny things like larval squid and egg casings, the things that she has been noticing in this tank that other people just don’t notice.

Really? she asks.

Yes.

He launches into a short list of what he wants her to do, eyes flicking to me to make sure I’m taking notes. Scuba certification. Small-boat certification. He can’t hire her til she’s eighteen, but she should go to the Woods Hole School for Science for the next few summers if she can swing it; it will give her a good background.

And as he’s listing, there is a light in her eyes, and I see everything click for my daughter.

I see her realize that this is actually something people get to do for a living.

I see her realize that she could be one of them. And that she wants to.

She follows him eagerly to the next tank, and the next. They feed minnows to squid; my daughter flings the minnows out and watches the squid dart forward, wrapping the still-squirming food in their tentacles. They feed a squid to sharks, first squeezing its blood into the water to provoke a mild frenzy – the sharks bob out of the water eagerly, startling my daughter back from the tank, laughing.

And all the while my aunt’s friend is talking. About my late uncle’s research on shark retinas, and why it was important. Anecdotes from years of heading up the resource center, interspersed with fun facts about every animal we’re observing. A lament that students these days don’t get a sufficient grounding in the basics, that they fast-track. He tells my daughter this – that she needs to get her basics down, and then let her interests lead her. He tells her that students used to apprentice, and don’t anymore, and should – he tells her how much richer her education will be if she comes here and works side by side with another generation of scientists.

That this place has so much to teach her, and it’s hers for the taking.

She nods eagerly, she asks complex questions, she reveals knowledge that makes him laugh with pure excitement.

Our few minutes spread out to about two hours.

At the door, I attempt to thank him profusely for his time, but he interrupts, thanking me profusely for bringing her. She has been a joy to speak with. He turns to her, reminds her – scuba certification, small-boat certification, School of Science. He reminds her - discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody has thought. He reminds her – ask questions. Look at things differently.

He says he’ll see her next summer, and goes back inside.

My daughter turns to me and says, Mommy, I think I know what I want to do with my life.

One of the staged pictures, clearly.... Onyx, 'song, Elayna. :)

Elayna in her favorite restaurant, playing with her Nintendo DS - a scene that will be repeated all summer. Without me. *melancholy sigh* I miss my kidlet.

Cambridge River Festival, part the last!

As we entered the fesitival area, Coyote-chan squealed: "Dude! There's like a - squid - head- person - thing!"
Indeed there was, and we set off in hot pursuit, me calling: "Excuse me! Um. Mrs. Squid!" Mrs. Squid graciously consented to be photographed with the cephalopod-obsessed girls.


...I still have no idea why there was a squid lady with a mandolin.


The Charles River itself.

( Elayna hula-hooping, Adam, silver-painted dancers, the Star Wheel, and various other arty things and moments within! )

I hope people are enjoying my pictures-of-the-day. I'm enjoying them. :) I've taken more pictures over the past month than I had the first half of 2007 put together, I think. I like being able to show you little things, like my shortcut to the library, my cats sleeping. Little things that are bits of my day and my world.

There were five official moving art/temporary art installations at Saturday's festival, and this is the one Elayna - recycling guru, she who begged to do the Cambridge River Clean-Up last month - was most excited about.

Skraeling Scavengers: A trio of artists hailing from Cambridge, Somerville and Arlington will create a Mastodon-shaped structure compiled of found objects. Although the base will be prefabricated, festivalgoers will be encouraged to add to the sculpture by attaching trash and found materials from the festival site. The artist team sees this as an opportunity to emphasize the variety of ways trash can be recycled, and prompt conversations about climate change through global warming.



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Elayna in the hat that looks good on everyone This hat belongs to Slipjig... it truly does look good on everyone.