Usually, nothing very blog-worthy occurs on the weekends, so I seldom post on those days. However, several noteworthy incidents occurred today, in spite of having one less hour to monkey around with.
Special congratulatory note: We were not on time for Sunday School. We were EARLY; fifteen gorgeous minutes early.
Incident 1: She was angry with me for attending a committee meeting before church, so she decided to sit across the aisle from me (she did relent and sit with me before the service began). I was informed after the service that she stuck her tongue out at me. Classic.
Incident 2: She wanted to see what was on the telly, and it turned out to be a lovely travel documentary about Istanbul. She immediately wanted to visit: how far away is it? Far. How much would it cost to get there? Lots. She brings her piggybank from her room and we sort and roll coins for a pleasant hour. So far, Miss Rockefeller has $54.00. We'll be taking that to the bank this week to open a travel savings account for future trips. First stop: Histanbul...it's moments like these that reaffirm my belief in homeschooling.
Incident 3: She told me about a book she read at yesterday's birthday party. See above comment.
Incident 4: When I informed her that she would be doing first grade work next year, she jumped up and down on her bed shouting "Hooray school!" I asked her what intrigued her about school: "Getting to be away from bossy Mama and bossy Daddy, eating lunch and playing on the swingset." When I asked her to repeat it for Dad, she cleverly added "doing math." Of course, during our subsequent conversation, she alluded to the fact that she did not know what bossy meant, but she described it as "times when Daddy sends me to the dungeon (aka her room)."
It's moments like these that undermine my belief in our personal homeschool. Comments about going to school have an especial sting because they focus on my own personal dilemma. Do I sacrifice academic quality for social quantity? I can't do that today. I cannot send her to the school down the street knowing that I could educate her at home better, faster and less expensively. I never wanted to hide her from the world or keep her with me to function as my pint-sized bff. My reason for homeschooling was simply to give her the best possible education I could provide.
Ironically, I was re-reading portions of A Well-Trained Mind and came across the following quote: "Spread knowlegde out in front of them and let them feast." Perhaps even to plan and save for a trip to Histanbul.
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