In the time before, the sun, we try to make our own Spring. This week (ironically my youngest’s Spring Break from the Public School) has been dreary and grey. Getting the boys outside has been a battle everyday. “It’s cold, it’s raining, my legs are broken”
Tuesday was a day best put behind us, too full of raised voices and grumpy pants. It led to Wednesday though, which after a late night of thinking and planning by the Mama was more organized but less full. New rules were lain down, and perspective shifted and the importance of everyone doing their share of the family work was re emphasized. And armed with a more organized plan, because nothing makes me feel better than lists and checkmarks (I have issues, I know) we sallied forth.
And we took time to smell the roses, or rather to play in the dirt, and plant some seeds, and get our garden growing, even though we were lacking in sun or warmth. We brought our seeds inside. And then we had a little science, in the spirit of homeschooling, at our own pace and our own styles, some were more detailed than others.
And some, had added things to their nature notebook that were perhaps the cause of some of their angst. Ahem.
But mostly we practiced trying to remember that the stress of life will be there whether or not you stop to draw the seedlings. The chores go on and on, things don’t always go as they planned, and tempers sometimes are lost over silly little things. But we can regroup and regrown. And the bad days remind us of this lesson. Focus, plan and relax.
And maybe, invest in mouse traps.
*Dawning of the Age of Aquarius- Fifth Dimension