“It’s back-to-school time, or as homeschoolers call it, stay-where-you-are time.”
~ Stephen Colbert
Would you rather listen to this post?
He wakes early–and I always know when.
I hear his voice drift down the hallway–starting the day with a song. Love songs for me, for God, for the gift of life itself. Ever the optimist, Jonathan greets the morning with joy.
But I wonder how the refrains would alter with a rush for breakfast, bus stops, and quick goodbyes.
Would we miss out on the music altogether?
Time for morning love songs–one of my favorite things.
She wakes after eight–sometimes later–with a yawn, a stretch, and tired eyes. A slow “Hi, Mommy” lets me know Trishna’s up and we share a sleepy hug.
There was no need to drag her out of bed to beat the school bell, so she stayed up late writing. Scribbling words onto pages (like her mama!) every night, she creates story after story “just for fun.”
But I wonder if the fun would feel different somehow with alarm clocks set for 6:30 am and lights turned out on the dot the night before.
Without the ability to follow her own internal clock, would the creativity dim?
Time for sleep–one of my favorite things.
He wakes unpredictably–sometimes early, sometimes late. But you can’t miss him when he’s up.
All boy this one–loud.
He greets me with a dimpled grin and the same request every morning to open his blinds, always ready to let in the light of another day.
Then off Elijah goes, round and round his bedroom, flying airplanes with exuberant accompanying “zooms.” He reenacts our summer travels again and again because “I’m just so inspired, Mommy.”
But would the inspiration change with the packing of lunch boxes and the rustle of papers into backpacks?
Time for play–one of my favorite things.
Sitting at the breakfast table together now, we chat, squabble, or laugh–whatever the moment calls for. A screech of tires on the road out front reminds us of another world–the school bus passing by.
We hardly notice–too busy with our current read-aloud, our thoughts, our freedom.
And as I consider this gift of time and the wonder of learning here in this instant, I can’t help but think that my favorite thing of all about back to school time is this:
“You can drag my body to school, but my spirit refuses to go.”
~ Bill Watterson, The Essential Calvin and Hobbes
Originally published on September 9, 2013.