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Aug. 11, 2005
I could hardly say we did
school today, but that is of course not to say that nothing educational
was accomplished. My husband goes back to work tomorrow (probably
before the kids get up) and the children will see very little of him
for the next seven days.
Yesterday, my daughter checked out
"On the Banks of Plum Creek" by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and my daughter
listened to that for a long time this morning. We talked a little
about how little the Ingall's had, and yet how joyful they were, and
how generous. Laura had only a rag doll and some paperdolls Ma
had cut from wrapping paper to play with, yet she describes her
childhood fondly. Hours in front of the television watching the
latest movie and playing the latest video game will hardly make such a
lasting impression on this and future generations.
What
memories will our children have? I'm hoping they will remember my
husband taking time to read to them from "The Bible Story" by Maxwell
before going to bed when he returns from a trip. And the post
cards he sends them, and the letters they write to include in his
lunchbox he takes with him. I hope they remember breaking open
the honeysuckles to get to the sweet nectar inside, and gathering wild
plums by the creek bed north of town. I hope they remember hiking
down by the creek at the dog run, balancing across the tree that fell
over it, and the time that we all fell in and had to get in the car wet
and muddy. I hope they remember praying and talking and reading
about God. I hope my daughter remembers her excitement at her
first "real" bible. I hope that time spent in front of the
television does NOT characterize what they retain of their
childhood...except maybe the memory of popping popcorn and mixing it
with M & M's and sitting down to a family movie once in awhile.
Oh, yeah, school. As I said, we didn't do much school
today. But we noticed on the FedEx tracking page that her math
book had made it from KS to Lincoln overnight and looked on the map for
the highway we thought it took. Her package probably traveled the
same route we take to visit Grandma. We also noticed it had been
transferred to a delivery vehicle. A few hours later, there was a
knock at the door and there they were. So much excitement over a
workbook! Maybe my children will remember that, too. Then
we set up the title page for mathematics in her notebook, with the
title, the definition out of Noah Webster's 1828 dictionary and some
pictures she drew that were related in some way to mathematics.
We are now getting ready to go to Karate. Tonight she finds out
whether or not she earned a stripe on her belt. She practiced
hard, and seemed to do well on her test. We'll see.
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