Oh, wow.
May I please, please share a huge thrill moment I just had. No, nothing risque’, nor fine liqour related. Or the winning of the Publisher’s Clearing House. Maybe better.
My boy, my first boy, Private One, expressed an opinion that melted my heart. After 4 days of “regular and formal” school work (the kind that involves a bit of instruction, direction, and I-don’t-care-if-you-don’t-like-it-ness but you will follow through-ness), he just approached me in the kitchen as I am cooking dinner. Mom, you were really right. This isn’t all bad. In fact, it’s kind of fun, and challenging, and I like whipping the books. Thanks. I’m sorry I was so ballistic over it in the beginning. Oh. my. soul. Thanks for the moment. It has been a good day. What, especially with me looking like Jennifer Love Hewitt and all.
