Today was the first day of public school in our area. We dropped Dan off at his school, and drove past all the kids waiting at the bus stops.
We stopped at the library, where it was eerily quiet in the children's room, except for one or two preschool-age kids.
Quiet enough to hear the doubt and anxiety tapping their fidgety little fingers on the library tables. What are you going to do all day, every day? They could be in school right now...
Not the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
But then we were off to the next thing--a get together at our new homeschool co-op. Only a few families showed up, unfortunately none with boys whose ages matched up with E. and R. But the co-op starts for real next week, so hopefully they'll find some friends there.
When we came home, J. took a nap. We read some books together. Then E.--entirely of his own accord--decided to spend three hours straightening his room.
R. and I made cookies. (R. is always up for making cookies.) And hey, there's reading the recipe, and math in the measuring. If you want to think about it that way.
What else? E. practiced piano and played a few tunes on the guitar. The boys did a puzzle together.
It was, in some ways, an ordinary rainy day in September.
In other ways, though--when I think about what we'd all be doing otherwise--it was pretty amazing.