little birds

Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop
And I cried, "Little Bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?"

I was going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
When he shook his little tail and away he flew.

Recently, a whole lot of school showed up on our doorstep in brown boxes . It came from here, here and here. Tristan is so excited about "doing school", as he calls it, he wants to dive right into every book he sees. It doesn't matter that it's summertime, school is just something fun you do whenever you want -right? What else do you do on rainy days or when the heat is bad enough to drive you in from the pool? Well, besides watching circa 1984 Transformers episodes? "Let's do some school, mom" he says. I'm just fine with his approach, so we're digging into a few things here and there when we feel like it with Kenna even playing along at times...a little math, a lot of reading and these cute bird mitts for their nursery rhymes Literature Pockets.
I'm looking at these piles of new books and materials strewn across my dining room table and feeling slightly overwhelmed by the task/opportunity/adventure/blessing/long road ahead. I pass by it thinking "and why couldn't I just buy him a new backpack and shoes and send him off on the school bus to kindergarten?" I guess I'm not ready for any of my little birds to leave the nest just yet. Call me selfish but I'm enjoying them too much and I want to be the one who gets to teach them to fly.

I want to "do school" too, Tristan. Count me in.