Boy—I miss alone time. If I ever wondered if homeschooling my four children was for me. Now I know—it’s not. I look forward to the day when this all becomes a blip on the map of our memories and we laugh and (mis)remember fondly how it felt to suddenly have virtual-everything virtually dumped upon us. Memory magic is a wonderful thing.Until then? Here we are trying to keep up with the juxtaposition
of facing off with tweens while our 6-year-old facetimes with a teacher. We
parents shouldn’t complain. There are so many people stuck in their apartments
alone. But, as is the human way—we both look longingly at the other’s basecamp.
Wow—this stay at home thing is a lot less relaxing than it sounded when first floated. So, what are we learning besides how to make edible playdough? That, apparently none of us wash our hands, let alone with any quality. That we love teachers! That walking isn’t so bad after all and fresh air is taken sorely for granted. Virtual isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and that perhaps as a nation we should rethink our constant efforts to convert everything from human to virtual. Humans are fun, even when just virtually present! Germs aren’t as scary when faith has a stronghold in your life. Authors and creative individuals are incredibly generous with their gifts and should be supported more when we get out of this mess. We’re learning that toilet paper enjoys surprisingly high esteem among Americans. Lastly, community is king. No man (or woman) is an island. I was never so happy to see my local bank tellers, postal workers, grocery store clerks and neighbors in the last social-distancing and self-isolation laden weeks!I think that’s it for now. Until we meet (in person) again. Good luck, wash those hands and keep writing! *Do you need some ideas on the fly? Check out our new Homeschool page for links. |
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