We hadn’t been home from school five minutes, when I looked up from the kitchen to find this scene. (There was surely a choir of cherubs singing above) I hesitated to say a word, in fear it would mess up their groove, but I couldn’t help myself.
This moment needed to be recognized.
They had their water bottles, binders, and pencils, and they were focused on their homework like I’ve never seen. I don’t know if it was the solar eclipse, their growing maturity (fingers crossed!) or just Monday afternoon energy. Whatever it was, I was happy to take it and hope it would last all year-long. But my little hope balloon busted on the announcement that it was time to load the car to go to tutoring.
Instantly, the ambiance went from light and airy to thick, with moans and drudgery.
Even though it’s our Monday – Wednesday – Friday routine, it …