this week is decidedly more mellow than last week, and that is good. some friends of ours have been through a traumatic experience recently, and I was asked if I was available to do some "art therapy" with their kids.
now I don't have a diploma in that or anything, though once upon a time it was my goal, but what a privilege.
homeschooling, how do I love thee? let me count the ways:
no one else who does it even bats an eye at the concept of being flexible
putting aside that "other thing you had planned" to help out where you are needed is normal, not requiring an absentee slip
there are places you can take your kids where they will be loved and respected and might just come back to you better people than they were before.
what goes around most certainly comes around
not that I am going to work a miracle or anything; this isn't really about me at all, but if you are in the fray, I think you know what I am trying to say here.
now, to buy some paints.