Mothering Many

This week, I registered five more kids for public school. Never thought I’d see this day come, you know, bu they start on Tuesday, and there it is. Sometimes, doing that which is needful requires a big ol’ dose of clinicallix for your misgivings, a long weighing of what is good, better and best, and an end result that sorta tears your heart a bit. Such is parenthood, over and over. Schooling just happens to be the issue for me this week. We all have different issues at different times.

SO today, I was able to go through our books. Instruction manuals got tossed, but the good books we’ve enjoyed reading and talking about for years stayed on the shelves. There is a nifty little row of backpacks on the morning launch pad, with shoes lined up right under them. There are 336 pencils and 10 packs of notebook paper and the morning production run from crayola in those backpacks that my kids will carry off with them. I hope they learn a lot and I hope they have fun and I hope they understand somewhere down the road that this was one of the hardest decisions I ever made.