ser·en·dip·i·ty (noun) the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for
According to my Facebook feed, many home schooling families began their school year yesterday. We start tomorrow, despite my delusions about when and if ever summer should end.
It’s been such a nice summer, really.
A game-changing summer, serendipitous and grand.
Grand?! you say. What are you, British? Nope, still just a lowly little Minnesotan. (Thus the name I’ve stuck on this blog.) I do admire the Brits, however, especially their penchant for drinking tea.
Except in my case, it’s coffee…
…and hanging out in the Jeep.
(The giant marshmallows are optional.)
The reason that I’ve been hanging out in the Jeep has to do with this thing that Francis does. He toddles over and flashes those big blue eyes, holds up one hand, and gestures “Come.”
It’s totally cute. In fact. there are few of us that don’t cave when Francis asks us to come.
Also? This is a multipurpose gesture. By it, Francis communicates all sorts of needs, from “May I have some water?” to “Read me a book” to “Let’s go hang out in the Jeep, okay?”
Being a mom to this kid is so very different from when my now-teenage kids were growing up. Back then, I felt stressed and busy pretty much all the time. There is so much I don’t remember from those early days–all those little moments, you know?–because basically, I was just trying to survive.
I’ve said this before, plenty of times, but it really helps when the kids start helping.
Also, I’m calmer now because so much of it doesn’t matter.
So much that I thought really mattered doesn’t matter.
I’ve had this book for years and years–had no idea I owned this book but there it was and here I go.
A work in progress, dying to self or at least trying.
Letting go and letting Him…
Letting go and let them.