I’m keeping it short and sweet today. I’ve got a bed or twenty to plant out in the garden, some more homeschool to do, and lots and lots of writing.
We seem to be focusing on science a lot recently. I think that is a good thing because I’ve never considered it a strength, so I’ve been feeling rather empowered by facilitating Emily’s learning of it.
Today we covered a little book on Reptiles. I had picked these cute little books up at Anita B. Gorman Discovery Center on Troost at one of our visits last year. They are an easy read, with stickers to help encourage interest, and cover various reptiles habitats, physical description and eating habits. Last year Emily wouldn’t give them the time of day. But she’s grown and science and nature seem to fascinate her, so she was happy to lie down in a big easy chair with me and attach stickers and talk about the different animals.
Me: The Green Anole’s habitat ranges from Virginia to Texas…do you remember what a habitat is, Emily?
Emily: Yes! It’s where we live. This house is our habitat.
Close enough, Emily, close enough. As we finished I pointed out that reptiles includes lizards, snakes, and even crocodiles and alligators. We wrapped up the lesson by talking about what was similar and what was different between the animals.
Afterwards, she picked out a lizard in her Dot to Dot 1 to 100 book and chose that to do her dot-to-dot for the day. I’d say she’s a natural for unit studies, how about you?
On a personal note…
A very special young man came back into my life yesterday. I was once his step-mother, and I have missed him very much in the ten years that have passed (half of a lifetime for him) since last I saw him. Now 20, he is grounded, kind, and thoughtful. I was struck by his steady ways as I struggled to reconcile the little boy I remember with the young man I was fortunate enough to connect with once again.
He said something to me that brought tears to my eyes. He said, “If it makes you feel better about the role you played in being one of my parents, the love of gardening, of cooking, and of cross-stitch – I love all of these things – and they came from being around you, Christine.”
I’ve missed him…and the family that we had crafted and cobbled and fought over together…over the past decade we have spent apart. I’ve wondered about him so many hundreds of moments, questioning if he was okay, if he was happy, if his life was what it should be, and if he had found his place in it.
For all that you can do and be at twenty – I would say that he has found his way, and is finding it with each day that passes. It was wonderful to see, and to know that I had played some small part in it. It was a big reminder of how having children, whether biological or adopted or linked by marriage, stays with you, long after that child is grown and gone.
It made me realize how lucky I am. I have befriended, loved, and spent years with many amazing and special people. We haven’t always agreed, or even been on our best behavior, but we shared amazing, life-defining moments. And each one of them changed me in so many ways. It has made me grateful…for ALL of the experiences. Good and bad.
Something to think about, folks.