That moment

This is a delayed post, a moment captured on Thursday, 24 May 2018.

When I was walking up towards the kindergarten, I could see some children waving at me enthusiastically from the sandbox. My little son William was among them. I noticed his shy smile, a rather reserved expression. He was proud, was he not? My visit was not unexpected as it turned out. They knew they were going to have a very special reading time, a beautiful story about a crocodile named Clyde, told by the mother of William, written by her lovely blog friend Suzanne.

It was hot that Thursday. At that moment, I had no idea that the heat could last for weeks. The heat waves from Africa hit Norway (and Scandinavia), which I think is gorgeous. It makes up the cold winter which lasted until late April.

We gathered around my old pc, I was determined to let the children re-experience the magic I felt when I was reading Clyde for the first time. The poem was now translated from English to Norwegian, the consideration was given to every tiny detail, the syntax, the word choice and sentence structure. The translated text should match the original one in the best possible way. It was the aim. Clyde deserves it. I wrote the draft and it was then edited by my teenage daughter, who is exceptionally passionate about language.

I did the first sentence, the second one, and the third. Overwhelmed. I realised how much time and effort Suzanne had put into Clyde when she was composing it. The carefully selected words, the rhymes, the pictures attached to every paragraph, which beautifully illustrated the feelings and emotions. It was all about the extraordinary journey of searching for his home, the home of Clyde, which only exists in his dreams. But is that only an illusion, an unreachable dream?The disappointment of not being able to settling down, the feeling of sadness and confusion when getting lost, the doubts and the struggles, the hope and then… the reach of home. It all touched my heart, so deeply. It is the journey of Clyde, and it is the journey of our life.

The children paid careful attention to the words and the photos I showed them. Their beautiful eyes followed the movement of my arms, and some questions were raised. Does Clyde have a dad and mum? Where are they? Does he feel sad going on this journey on his own?

After the reading time, they got the fruit ice lollies I brought to them. The sun was high, shining brightly. Their smiles, wide and warm.

William leaned his body against yours during the whole reading time, stroking your arm tenderly. She said. Sunniva was one of the staff.

Oh really! I did not notice it at all, I was so focused. I tried to recall that moment. Oh yes he did, he was so quiet, his little hands moving back and forth. That is the moment, the treasure of life.

Thank you for reading, take care.

With love,

Isabelle ❤️

This post is particularly dedicated to my dear friend Suzanne ❤️

Link to the beautiful story Clyde by Suzanne

https://ellie894.wordpress.com/2018/02/16/clyde/

(All pictures taken in May/June 2018, Oslo Norway)

Author: Isabelle

Literature & language enthusiast 🇬🇧🇳🇴🇨🇳 Dedicated runner & passionate traveller 🏃‍♀️🏝 I am Isabelle and I live with my family in Oslo, Norway. I have three children, a girl and two boys. My educational background: Master’s degree in English Language Bachelor’s degree in European and American studies (language, literature and area studies) Bachelor’s degree in International Marketing Key words: Creative writing& Professional writing& Text analysis& Content editing& Linguistics& English teaching

49 thoughts on “That moment”

  1. Dearest Isabelle, you touch me deeply each time you write, no matter the subject. That my little Clyde could be a tiny part of such a precious moment brings tears to my eyes. I can just imagine your William so happy to be close to you. Your own pictures of Norway are beautiful and perfect with your thoughts. Seeing the children listening and watching, so sweet. And, hearing their own questions about him and where he came from, it makes me think perhaps he has yet another story to tell. Your friendship has become so dear to me. I’m feeling rather like Clyde this morning, a little lost. Words don’t seem to be quite enough. You know? In Texas the children are out of school now for summer vacation. Is it the same in Norway? Thank you so very much, take care Isabelle 😊❤️

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    1. Dearest Suzanne, I was sitting in a cafe when I finished the post. I hit the “publish” button, still overwhelmed by all the thoughts running in my head. A couple of minutes later (or was it just one minute?), someone liked the post. You did Suzanne. And then the tears. I knew it was understood and appreciated, this post. It means a lot to me. We sat in our respective corner, far away from each other, with time difference. Yet we were and are connected by something profound. We share the thoughts, the interpretation of love, through Clyde. That’s extraordinary.
      The appreciation of the friendship is mutual, I feel in the same way Suzanne. You’re a treasure to me.
      I feel like a Clyde too, and not infrequently. The thoughts are running, the words have no chance to catch up or they don’t even intend to catch up, the mind prefers silence, a time-out. I understand, or this is how I take it.
      Unlike America, the school summer holiday starts from 22 June and ends at 19 August in Norway. I hope you’re well and happy. It’s not superficial talk. Take care Suzanne 😊❤️

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  2. The expression “home is where the heart is” just popped into my head. I guess I’ve never been sure about what it means. Maybe it means that one’s home is where one is loved. Or where one loves others. Or, probably, both meanings.

    Isabelle, I enjoyed your essay about Clyde and his search for home. Till next time —
    Neil

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    1. I too have heard about the expression but I don’t have a clear idea of what it means. I think “home” can be defined differently on the basis of people’s preference. One’s home is where one is loved or where one loves others or both. This is one definition or interpretation of home. I see the point and I agree. To me home isn’t only a physical place but also somewhere I feel I belong to. I live with my loved ones but I still need my own little space, my retreat. To me home is a feeling, it’s when my mind and soul can rest and settle down (freely) that I call it home, I think. And then my family isn’t my home but a part of my home. It’s getting philosophical I know. Thank you Neil, and yes, till next time – Isabelle

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      1. Have check out Dorset on Wikipedia. The county has a long history of human settlement. The first Viking invasion was recorded in Dorset. Will make sure to go through some of its historical records before heading to Dorset. I don’t think Dorset was mentioned when I was doing the subject British Civilisation but it was referred to briefly during the course of The history of English. A round trip in the U.K. is ideal.

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      1. All good here! Well, except for our horrible president. 😒 But, I’ll focus on the positive. Took my family to an Irish festival today near me in Southern California. My grandparents are Irish immigrants, so it was cool to show my kids some Irish culture. They loved the traditional Irish dancing and music. Hope your summer has been excellent thus far. 🤙🏼😎🌞🌊

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      2. So you have Irish roots Kevin, cool! Someone who has played an important role in my life is of Irish ancestry. He introduced me to British/American Literature and inspired me to study language. Anything Irish has a special meaning to me, the culture, the language, the Irish Folk Music. Great you took the kids to an Irish festival, oh yeah I can see the appeal of traditional Irish dancing and music. The Irish spirit. I hope they’re proud of their Irish roots. 😊
        I’m not very into politics but the debates about Trump Administration and his politics are almost unavoidable these days you know.
        The summer has been great so far, too hot for some it seems. Air conditioners are running out of store I’ve heard. I love it and embrace the sun fully 🌟🌞
        Lovely to have a chat Kevin! Awesome!

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  3. I loved the gentleness and emotion in this post – qualities that you seem to achieve in every post that I’ve read. Your passion for books and language shines through as you describe Clyde’s story and the time devoted to translating and expressing it so as to stay true to the original form. So sweet!

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    1. Thank you Abigail! It’s always lovely to hear your thoughts and reflections. I think life is a collection of moments, and I’m attempting to record those small moments that have an impact on my life, it doesn’t have to be substantial, the subtle ones are worth being recorded too. That being said, I think your writing is brilliant. I’m impressed by your ability to cover various topics. Always well structured and illustrated.

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  4. Isabelle!!! This is soooo very sweet. My heart just plain melted and is puddled down by me feet somewhere. Seriously. One of the most lovely, gentle posts ever!!! How wonderful…the whole thing. You being so touched to begin with….You and Your daughter so very carefully translating….the walk…the sun….the read….William….the ice lollies. I’m off to read about Clyde right now. Thank You for the beautiful pictures as well! What a fantastic day!!! Sending HUGE hugs Your way!!! Happy Spring! 🤗💖🐊🦋🐞☀️!!!

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    1. Oh thank you Katy for your kind and thoughtful words! This is a gorgeous start of the Saturday. Clyde made a huge impression when I was reading it for the first time, the journey of life. I read it for my kids and they enjoyed it a lot and they understood the meaning behind it. William will be starting school in August this year, so his kindergarten days are over by June. I wanted to do something meaningful for him and for the kids in the kindergarten. Reading Clyde for all the kids and staffs was the best choice I could make. It was a precious moment for all of us. Thank you Katy, you’re always so understanding and supportive. Your words too touched me deeply. Love and hugs! 🌸💖😊

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    1. Nothing to feel sorry about Basilike. Always lovely to hear from you. Clyde is a story in poetic form. Excellent read for both grown-ups and children. Loved your “A Town in Some West” very much.

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  5. Isabelle♥️it’s been long and so long! So good to finally catch up on your work. How have you been?
    What a beautifully crafted post this was just like the Clyde story which I had read a month ago or so. It had made me emotional so I understand the dedicated attentions these children gave to the listening part. And wow, again a wonderful image from you. Your land is so so beautiful is what I think whenever I scroll through your posts♥️♥️ and your writing only makes it better.

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    1. Lovely lovely to see you here twinklingwords. Only the name of your blog makes me dream, poetic and beautiful ❤️ I’m fine, thank you. Hope you too are doing well. Yes it’s been a long long time. Clyde is a great story, it reminds me of my life, those ups and downs you know. We’re in the summer mood here, the sun is high and the sky clear-blue. The climate is pleasant, never too hot. Such a pleasure to have a chat! Take care 😊❤️

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  6. Your post is so beautiful and very inspiring. I found you looking up “language delayed” because I’m a speech therapist, so this is a lovely surprise! Language is a sacred thing, and used correctly, can touch people and move them in amazing ways. I look forward to reading about Clyde. Enjoy your summer. Jessica

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    1. Thank you for the lovely comment Jessica! Speech therapist, what an interesting and meaningful job! I came across “speech therapist” when I was reading a book by the professor of English Language, David Chrystal in which he, among other linguistic related subjects, talked about how he was involved in a project of assisting speech therapists in the U.K. The aim of the project was to identify early symptoms of “language delayed” children and provide them with proper training and treatment. The book is titled “Just a Phrase I’m Going Through – My life in Language”. It’s a great book about his journey in the language world, inspiring and touching. I’m a final-year master student of english language and I’ll soon be in a “job-hunting” process. I hope I can find a job as interesting and meaningful as yours. Lovely to have a chat Jessica. Thank you!

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