We begin our day at the table.
Books crowd, crayons spill, various entertainments for the baby are pulled out and scattered while we work.
Drawings and writings are done and placed in binders. Words are slowly sounded out. Math explained, words spelled, sentenced diagrammed, letters formed.
Phones ring, dishwasher hums, juice spills.
Fusses happen, sometimes crying, yelling and irritation. We trudge through it, headed for the finish line.
And then they run.
Play Doh hardens in the table crevices as they scatter. And I want to scatter too.
Free time, fresh air. It beckons.
Tea parties.
Pretend.
Bubbles.
Petal cookies
and a cup full of imagination.


























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