I didn't vote last week. Of course I meant to; I really like voting.
It became mostly a LEGO day. A reading day. And a day to hang around in the backyard.
We were going to walk to our polling place if it was a pleasant enough day -- which it was. We would have talked about democracy and the election process. My four students would have seen the election process firsthand. And we would have looked forward to the results -- all together. None of these things happened the way they should have.
Tuesday should have been a regular school day.
It was a school day -- so far as we have school days, but it wasn't regular. It became mostly a LEGO day. A reading day. And a day to hang around in the backyard. My kids can do all of these things essentially on their own with very little interaction with me.
I think I spent the day trying to write -- and frustrated. I probably felt crazy, as I sometimes do, like a non-domestic bird in domestic bird's cage, pounding against these bars that seemed to descend from nowhere. As the day went on and drew to an end, the kids surrounded me, as they usually do, and we talked. I probably shouted at them to calm down, and to stop bouncing, and to not be so loud -- noticing the contradiction but going on with it anyway. We squeaked out one of our traditional school assignments -- a timeline on The Emperor's New Clothes -- before calling it a night.
He opens his arms as wide as he can and gives me great big baby hugs, and it brings me back to the ground. I am reminded that I'm human too.
My youngest, Boobah, always stays up later than the others. He likes to take that time to play with me. No matter how I'm feeling he'll grab my face and give me his version of kisses. He'll pull at my eyelids and poke me in the nose. And how he'll laugh. He opens his arms as wide as he can and gives me great big baby hugs, and it brings me back to the ground. I am reminded that I'm human too.