Someone is always busy, in this home-learning center. There are books all over the place. Text books. Work books. Reading-for-pleasure books. Science-centered books. Books that feed a young boy's mind. Books that humor those who delve. It seems almost as though the books contain a magnet of some kind, for the children are never without one. And each child is all the better for it.
The school area itself is a powerful magnet that draws three children in and rewards their efforts. This is no easy task, as any parent might guess, but it is one the lovely daughter has worked hard at. A woman who has graduated college with a Communications degree is a shoe-in as an educator, especially of her own children (whom she knows so very, very well). She cares about it all, and misses nothing.
"Grandma, come and see my desk!"
Those of us on the sidelines stand and cheer (albeit quietly) this marathon. It is lovely. And I will miss it as I fly vaguely eastward, off towards the shores of Cornwall. I'd better get out my post cards, British stamps, and pen. It is a tradition now, the daily British postcard. And what fun it is! Every day, a chance to think about and communicate with the little loved ones who care about it all, and who miss nothing.
See you along the way!