We have had some crazy weather lately. When you think that it is finally going to start getting warmer and turn into spring, it does the opposite and goes back into negative numbers.
I usually don’t complain about snow but we have had about three snows too many. Some people love it when it first snows. You get to sled, make snow angels, build snowmen and snow forts and have snowball fights. These activities are lots of fun until you want to be able to swim in your swimming pool again or go on long bike rides. Waiting for spring/summer seems really hard now, but it will be here before you know it.
My brother, Milo, has been in karate for about four years, and he recently tested for his brown belt. Being tested means that he will go to class as usual, but he will be asked different questions and will have to execute Katas for the Sensei. If he passes, he is awarded his next belt. The order of the belts is white, yellow, orange, green, blue, purple, brown and black.
When Milo arrived home after class we all gathered at the door to see what color belt he had on when he got out of the truck. As soon as we saw that it was brown, we started jumping up and down yelling, “He got it, he got it.”
It is a big deal for Milo to have gotten this far in karate, and we are all proud of him. Milo wants to celebrate by turning an extra white belt he received with a new gee into bright pink, so he can give it to my little sister, Patsy. She often does routines with him and one day hit him on the head with a broom handle as she was pretending to do a bokata. It bled for several hours!
My little sister, Patience, we call her Patsy, had her third birthday on March 2. We celebrated it and had her party on March 1. We wanted to make it special for her. She has watched other family members all year long open their presents (this is a big deal for a 2 year old) and blow out their candles on cool cakes. I made her an awesome cake with Disney princes and princesses all over it. Then we decorated a room with pink balloons and streamers. My grandparents came over, and she opened all her pink presents and blew out her candles as we sang “Happy Birthday.”
The next evening we went to our church for an appreciation dinner. It was to thank all the people who helped in our parish. Patsy, of course, got a lot of attention because it was her birthday. She was given birthday wishes by several different people.
Later on in the evening, after she had taken a bathroom break, she walked back in and everyone was singing “Happy Birthday.” There was a giant birthday cake in the center of the room. Being 3, she didn’t understand that is was celebrating the 150th birthday of our church.
She was puffed up with pride and got a huge smile on her face thinking it was all for her. The evening continued on but we had to leave before it was finished. There was a speech being given, so my mom tried to get everyone out quietly. Patience escaped her and went joyfully running around the room waving and yelling, “Bye everyone. I’m leaving, bye, I’m leaving.” My mom tried to grab her but that caused her to shout louder.
At the end of the night, she didn’t wonder where the candles were or how big the presents came; all that mattered was that she felt special.
Amelia Bystry, 15, resides in rural Princeton. You can contact Amelia firstname.lastname@example.org.