We went rock hunting yesterday. After 10 minutes in the sun, we decided to count and sort our collections. We could only take two. It was hard to choose.
Sorting and prioritizing are good life lessons. If only excess commitments were as easy to fling back as little rocks! Just like those little rocks with their sparkling crystals and mineral deposits, each commitment is enticing in some way even after it’s been cast aside.
School starts on Tuesday. We are in full-sorting mode. Who will drive to seminary? And home from seminary? Are you sure it’s not too far out of your way? Which children can I watch during German classes? Will Medieval (I *just* learned how to spell that correctly. Shameful.) History be too much on top of U.S. Government classes? You have room in your schedule to teach Timothy piano lessons? You want us to move our piano lessons so someone can take Latin? No problem. But I’ll need to shuffle park days once a month.
More than ever, life requires some cooperation among friends to make it all happen and some brave culling of activities.
I’m excited for the school year to begin. The books are arriving daily.