Add to this that most of our homeschool crew is flung wide – the closest families are 7 minutes away by car, the furthest 30ish minutes – and the restrictions of Covid, and it’s easy to see why we haven’t expanded our family network for a while. It’s also painful to look at directly, that shiny hole where (I feel) people should be.
i’ve always felt admirably calm in crises. trained in first aid + cpr, i handled my own kid’s ER trips with urgency + an unruffled air, despite pooling blood or a backward arm. but how i fell apart then – both slowly depleting as i read read read plus the immediate surfeit of fear + dread – felt new. sorrowful. and its been difficult to creep back from its many edges.
We spent the week stacking new habits onto old ones, aiming for a little bit more structure each week until we ramp up to our full fall schedule.
When we have a fun, outdoorsy week like this one, I’m so thankful our summers don’t end with butts in desks.
Week “at home,” yet we’re hardly there with all the outdoor time, the friend time, and the adventures. Hooray!
Last week, we did some camping with friends – and this is one of those things that’s consistently better with friends. I highly recommend it.
We’re doing a series of summer sessions, growing a new homeschool community, and it’s been fun to see the kids interact in groups again. Wow, is it mayhem! Just general excitement to see their friends again each week and explore new topics.
A Kansas/Missouri visit in the full of summer makes for tired, sweaty people. We haven’t done this for two years, however, and so we entered into our travels with enthusiasm. After all, it was Grandma Carole’s 75th birthday!
I don’t know if it’s simply reactive, a post-Covid leaving of the space we were forced to inhabit for a year, but we’ve been far busier than expected this particular year.