Just One More Time

Did I say that I wasn't going to talk about the schooling dilemma anymore until someone had started somewhere? I meant when someone is ENROLLED somewhere. Yep. Big Sissy is enrolled in kindergarten. At public school. I don't know how I feel about it, but that's what we're doing. Most of you know that my precious grandpa passed away a week and a half ago. He was wise, spiritual, and non-judgmental. So in his last days, you would think I would ask him about heaven or about theology or about something deep and meaningful. Nope. I asked him about what to do with Big Sissy. He opened his tired eyes, laid his thin hand on my arm and said, "Sis, no matter what you choose, remember this: Her real learning will happen in the home." I didn't hear angels sing. I didn't feel an eerie wind. I just felt comfort. She's going to be fine. And if not, we'll do something different. But for now I feel peaceful. I also resigned my publicity position for next year in my MOPS group. I feel like I'm on my way to a balanced life. We'll see.