"Do not train a child to learn by force or harshness; but direct them to it by what amuses their minds, so that you may be better able to discover with accuracy the peculiar bent of the genius of each."
Last night I sat and stitched J's present to his teacher and thought about being little and the school memories that stay with us as we grow, and I wondered how he will look back at this time.
Year 1 is over and his first loved teacher is leaving and at several bedtimes over the past week he has had tears in his eyes as he spoke about her last day.
Today I picked my boy up from school, he said his goodbyes, gave his present (that I annoyingly forgot to photograph) and positively skipped from the playground...I was amazed he had not cried.
...but then I saw it a little clearer; his school, his teacher, when he is there, fill him not with a sense of sadness or loss, but happiness, freedom, and elation...and I felt his anticipation for the summer with him. I felt free and wild!
"Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books"
...let the summer begin!!!