The Land of All Things Lewis

When I see birches bend to left and right…I like to think some boy's been swinging from them. -Robert Frost

School is like a zoo…

but for children.

This is what my 11 year old son told me today.  He was sitting at the table. I was sitting on the couch with my laptop.  The other boys were outside on the sidewalk.  It runs along the side of the kitchen. They had the kitchen door open.  At very specific times of the day we hear loud children, screeching little girls especially.  It was funny at first.  But, somedays it’s disturbing.  But, it took my sons comment to make me see why.

He told me they make them sit all day and do tricks.  Then they let them out of that box.  Then the children go crazy for a wild.  (For the record this child has attended public school.)

At least they still get recess.

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Mancala Math & Lullabies

I admit there are times we worry about our youngest.  No one can understand him because of his speech “delays”.  His last therapist always did this slow talking thing and he adapted that.  It makes him sound slow.

But, what if we didn’t see him as a problem or as delayed?

He is loving Mancala.  We count as we put stones in each section.  He put one in his Mancala and showed me how he had four with his fingers and that if he has one more (he showed me his thumb) he would have a full hand!  Yeah…that’s Math.

Tonight I sang him Hush little Baby.

He’s heard this so many times through the years.

But, tonight he told me

it was so beautiful

and then he sang me a song.

His car song he called it.

But, for me it’s heaven…

pure and beautiful heaven.

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Happy Father’s Day

I took a trip to Barnes and Noble yesterday to buy my Dad this:
What Our Historic Sites Get Wrong
Lies Across America: What Our Historic Sites Get Wrong

I have had this book on my to read list for awhile:
Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong
Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong

And, I was going to get it, but then I saw the first one on the shelf and changed my mind. I buy books for gifts a lot. It doesn’t mean they get read everytime, but I still buy them. At the very least, they make nice decorations. But, for my Dad I know he will read it if it’s History related. He won’t go to the library or buy a book for himself, though. How in the world did I spawn from these people? Actually, I am not my Dad’s spawn. He is my step-dad. But, I love him with all my heart and consider him my Dad. He has been so wonderful to me and my mother, sister, and I consider it an honor that we get to share this great man with his daughters.

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