While at our "new" local library's little kid story time, the leader was helping the children to get their wiggles out in between stories. She exclaims, "Let's all pretend we are beans!" Inside my own mind, I scratched my head. Okay..... "Green beans! Jumping beans! String beans!"
Then one bright young soul suggests, "Coffee beans!"
Perhaps our present culture is over-saturated with images. In fifty years, we can all tell our grandchildren deep thoughtful stories along the lines of "this was my pumpkin spice latte and I really liked the foam feather on top - it got lots of hearts on Instagram." My family photobook for the year my first was born could have been titled, "Human #1 & People Holding Human #1." I pretty much refuse to participate in those Facebook posts taunting, "Make my day! Show me your 7th photo in your camera roll - no matter what!"; chances are my 7th photo is a screenshot of something I should remember, or a picture of the light bulb I need from Target, or a snap of the mess of my son's bloody nose (actually this right now).
Yet in all of these pictures, it's somehow increasingly hard to come by the informal family photo. "You're taking the picture..... You need to take a family picture..... No, really..... We're taking a picture - at …
There's something just plain fun about having a neat auntie or uncle to do story time every now and then. It can be the same story, heard dozens of times before; yet with a little auntie or uncle magic, new life is breathed into a story. The lines are funnier and the dialogue more amusing. Bed time has become revolutionized!
Three cheers for aunts and uncles - they certainly make life more fun!!
Today, I took on a title I never would have predicted taking
on – homeschooling mom.*Gasp*
Aside from lacking many of the superficial common
denominators homeschool moms often possess, I just never foresaw myself in this
role.And yet, here we are.And here we come, Kindergarten!
Why homeschooling?For this year, it is chiefly to meet her unique set of needs.Perhaps this won’t always be our forum. (Actually, no.This will definitely not always be our forum.)However, for now, it’s the right choice for
her and we are grabbing the bull by the horns.
After our first official day, of her own fruition, she
blazed through the tall grass and wildflowers in the backyard, one fist held
high in the air, shouting gleefully, “kiiiiinnnnnndddderggggaaarrrrteeeeennn!”I may not be ready for my new title, but she
You get it, girl!