“Is ten.” he says “What? No, it is six…wait, what did you say Ryder?” I ask after half listening between packing lunches, making breakfast, hearing a baby cry. “Three plus three plus two plus two is ten, right?” he responds. “Um, yes, actually, that is correct.” I reply slowly as I add what he said…
A purple winter coat engulfs a small girl with dark brown bangs and a swinging ponytail. She is gripping the hand of her Daddy tightly as they make their way down a busy sidewalk street. She shyly smiles and whispers a comment here and there. He leans down enthusiastically, encouraging her that it will be…
A soft brown dog is sleeping at my feet. A blonde sprite is beside me eating muffins and chugging protein shakes while a sweet, chocolate-brown-eyed red head is sitting to my right mastering triangular puzzles. I am drinking hot coffee – not lukewarm or even cold! There is hope I might even finish the entire…
“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.” -Fred Rogers of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Growing up is not easy. I remember adults saying, “Oh, don’t wish you were older than you are, childhood is…