Abby is reading "If I were a Sunbeam," from McGuffey's Second Eclectic Reader out loud to me. She is curled up on the couch, I in the blue chair, and I am so enjoying just watching her. I usually will sit and listen all attentive, but this is so cute and I am so reflective that I just had to blog it as it is happening.
I love homeschooling. I didn't until this year. Actually I didn't until I "unschooled" myself. There is a difference you know, between "learning" and "schooling." You who are homeschooling or are thinking of doing so, the quicker you delete the mental picture of rows of desks, a teacher's desk, and alphabet cards lining the ceiling of the "school room," the happier you will be. Home is a school house, and learning happens all day, not only from 9-3:15. After I came out of my ABEKA depression I have enjoyed our days of school at home. No family will work well being run the same as another, so with home educating. This one is hands-on, this one is a book learner....do what works for you and for goodness sake get your Hubby's approval so you are a team working together. (More on this later, I am going to get to me enjoying Abbs..)
(Yes I totally need new lampshades.....pretend not to notice!)
So back to the sunbeam...... the words are flowing out of her delicate mouth whistling as they reach the whole where her bottom middle tooth used to be. It.is.precious. She is telling me the sunbeam is going here and there, and I begin the reading thinking that if I were a sunbeam I would get into Dunkin' Donuts asap. Then half way through the poem she wins me over. The frustrations over lunch are gone, the extra cleaning due to clumsiness on my part this morning are all but forgotten, and I am watching her and telling her how to pronounce, "hovels." Her hair is extra curly this afternoon since we gave it a trim after breakfast and I am just loving her in her sweetness and white socks and jean jumper. And from her neck hangs a sparkly locket which holds a picture of her Dad and I which you would think was the earth's most prized possession. "As God has blessed you, scatter light divine, for there is no sunbeam, but must die or shine." She finishes looking at me for the okay to go on to the next page, smiling half-mischievously,
But I ask her to read it to me again, and I enjoy her. This afternoon SHE is a sunbeam to me.