Mr. Yvon and Astronomy

jackrunning   This is you.  It’s March 17th and you’ve just written a ‘thank you’ note to our neighbour across the circle, Mr. Yvon.  Two years ago, on your birthday, you were riding on a brand new bike from nana and papa. Right in that circle. Your dad had put up pylons and a little ramp so you could practice.  Mr. Yvon drove by to park and he rolled down his window to talk to you. He asked you if that was a new bike. You said it was. He asked if it was your birthday. You said it was.  Three hours later there was a package at our front door. From Mr. Yvon and his wife (I can’t remember her name). Inside was a telescope. A good one.  We couldn’t see any stars that night, or the next couple of nights. It’s hard to stay up late to see stars.

I went down early and stood in line for 30 minutes to sign you up for that astronomy class a few weeks ago.  We thought it would be kind of you to write another ‘thank you’ note to Mr. Yvon. To tell him thank you for inspiring you to take the astronomy class.  Here you are running, your winter coat wide open, your toque on your head and your jacket is flapping in the wind.  I didn’t have to encourage you more than once to write the thank you note.  I don’t know how many 8 year olds are that thoughtful.

You, Jack. You are thoughtful.

Mr. Yvon never talks to us. Said maybe four sentences since we moved in almost 6 years ago.  We know his wife isn’t well. I always bring him cut flowers from my garden. Fresh tomatoes, fresh peas and beans. And just leave them on the front porch.  Dad tries to plow his driveway, but always stops him.  We never see people visit him and he leaves his house and drives away about fifteen times a day. The ambulance comes every couple of days to take his wife to the hospital.

I think you made his heart feel special.

Nice going, babes.

I love you,


ps: you gave me a note yesterday, right in the middle of me working. It said, ‘I love you so much, I could kiss you right now’ and then you gave me a kiss.


Others Think You’re a Hero

A comment from someone at church who helps out with the children’s nursery.  She wrote a devo and I encouraged her on it and she said, ‘by the way, your son is a hero’. And this is why she said it:

“Well, you already know how helpful he can be, and how he will be a leader when asked in children’s church and likes to teach the other kids. But what really stood out to me was the Sunday when the kids were supposed to be singing Christmas songs in front of everyone and all the kids bailed except for Jackson. So it was just him, Amy and Tori singing, really. And I was so proud of him in that moment because if he had gone with the crowd, (as in the rest of the kids) the singing would have been a huge disaster because none of them would have been singing. Anyway, he made a commitment and followed through and did what was asked of him and didn’t fail or falter:) I remember thinking, “wow, what a hero”.


We are always complimented on you. How well you speak, how polite you are, how kind your words are, how giving. In grade one, we were told by your teacher that you were doing extremely well. In grade two your teacher told us she was sorry that she wasn’t teaching at your level. We have been asked if we wanted you to skip a grade and we said, no. We don’t want him to lose his friends that he had since junior kindergarten.

You are so bright. So smart. So many questions that I can’t even keep up with you. I took you to the Science Museum on Monday and there are only four major exhibits but we only made it through one and a half. You wanted to read everything, touch everything, create everything. We did two marble runs. We went through the crazy digital tunnels, even though you didn’t read anything. Once we got to inventions the questions came. I barely passed science in high school and I was explaining electrons and neutrons and how hydrogen becomes helium and how the nuclear reactor was too expensive to create energy for everyone.

Your school doesn’t really have testing. They tested last year but it seems as though they will be missing it this year. So we found some organization that offers gifted courses to children. Last night I signed you up for astronomy. Every saturday morning.

We are contemplating homeschooling.  Not because we don’t love your school, we really really do. We just wonder sometimes… we want you to focus on extra projects and to focus extra time on drumming and music. But there isn’t enough time in a day to do a full day of school as well. Our ideas are that you would do your required daily homework/learning and then there would be time to exercise and play and then drumming or gymnastics or tennis or whatever. We want to push you further and just a bit harder because you have so much potential.

You have asked me countless questions about how cancer attacks the body, how your body fights it off, how electricity works, how plants grow. Last night on the drive home we discussed how to create new species of plants through propogation and genetic manipulation. I said we’d try it on lilies. You were fascinated.

How can I not encourage that?

I think you like the idea that you’re ‘gifted’. It doesn’t mean you’re better than anyone else, it just means… I don’t know what it means.

I know it means that your heart is more sensitive. That you have so much compassion inside of you. That you hate bright lights, that you are aware of others’ emotions and their hearts.

I don’t know what happens next. I just know that we are praying.

I love you babes.