I know there is loads to catch up up…years actually, but I am going to give it a go. I’ll start where I left off. In case you’ve forgotten close your eyes and pretend you are still in Virginia the fall of 2021. Randy is in Dhaka. The kids and I with Grandma’s help are working out way through Pre-K, Second Grade, Fourth Grade and FSI Bangla.
The thing that is amazing and similar about kids and foreign service is that no matter what you do or what you want time keeps moving on for both. Kids keep growing and assignments keep changing. You either embrace it and grow with it or you get left behind. So grow we do. This year for us was growth in lots of ways. The kids had to start another new school, I had to learn Bangla and Randy had to work in Dhaka without us.
We started out the school year making books about ourselves. Well, Malcolm had to make one for school which meant Miral also wanted to make one, so she did! Hard to believe last time we were in the US Miral was 1 and Malcolm was 4.
We decided to look at growth both literally and figuratively and tried grow some plants. While this looks successful this is as tall as they got before they died.
Miral spent lots of time practicing her letters and got better and better.
I spent lots of time practicing Bangla, remotely in my bedroom while staring out this window, and got worse and worse.
But my crowning moment of growth was when I decided this was my year to grow a biker. My friend had given me a bike on the way out of Kyiv. I shipped it to the U.S. in our air shipment along with the kids bikes and went out and got myself a kid seat for Miral. To get the kid seat hooked up meant finding a kids helmet that would fit (thanks Adam for having my size head) and biking a mile to the store in the bike lane. Doesn’t sound that challenging but navigating the cars and the lights isn’t always easy. BUT I made it and I was ready to take my three kids biking.
The next sunny Saturday we got ready and went out for a short two mile bike ride. Now in retrospect perhaps two miles was a bit lofty of a dream. This was my running route and I like this little caboose on the route one mile in so on we went. I didn’t account for the fact that Malcolm had only just learned to bike in Kyiv over Covid in the Embassy and had very little practice and had forgotten how to bike. I know the saying -it’s just like riding a bike implying you never forget it…well I am here to say it’s not true. You can forget. So the mile there took us four times as long with me yelling at Malcolm the whole time to not swerve into traffic.
We finally made it to the caboose! We played for a bit and then realized we still had to bike all the way home. We started on the way with me yelling at Malcolm the whole time to not swerve onto upcoming fast bikers. Bikers in Virginia are no joke. Then things really went off the rails. Adam’s handlebars started coming loose (when you ship bikes they take off the handlebars and apparently didn’t put them back on right) so we had to keep stopping. Then about a half mile from home Malcolm’s handlebars started coming loose.
Miral started getting hungry since I hadn’t brought snacks for our one hour bike ride that turned into 4. I had just about given up and called my mom to come pick us up when a moving van pulled off to the side. A guy came out and asked if we needed help. I explained about the loose handlebars. He went back to the van and got his tools and came back and fixed all the handlebars. Took him all of five minutes. I thanked him and he got back in his van and drove off. It was hard not to cry as we all were able to bike the last few blocks home thinking about how this person took time from his day to stop and help us and the difference he made in our day. We all made it home in one piece and were able to look back and laugh at our adventure.






































