Monday was one of those magical mornings in our homeschool. They seem to happen more often lately. There were years that I felt like I was constantly putting out fires; now the kids help keep our momentum going and the mornings go more smoothly.
the windows open to hear the rain and the birds
the oldest two boys reading more Robert Frost poetry
the middle one getting caught up in The Wind in the Willows and reading all morning
the youngest two beginning When We Were Very Young
connections to things we’ve talked about, places we’ve been
laughing over shared memories
Then there are the days when the pencils are all missing or broken, attitudes are terrible (including my own), papers are missing, the math software is malfunctioning, and the toilet gets clogged. When those mornings happen, I pull out from my heart a memory of peaceful rainy days with great books, and ponder it for a moment. It helps.