Thanks to a recently-renewed (and most welcome) acquaintance with a friend from some 15 years ago, I've been wandering through the darker days of the past and reading stories that make our own darkness seem like daylight. I don't regret the reminders that "all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God," even those who are otherwise doing good, or even great things, even churches.
But the point of that gloomy introduction is to point out how much I needed this homeschooling pick-me-up, this shining return to the bright, solid beauty that still clings to the human race, no matter how fallen it may be.
The pediatrician asked if Ivy [her four-year-old daughter] was start[ing] to learn her colors (she's known those for at least a year), if she could count (into the teens in two languages), and if she was able to ride a tricycle, etc.
In the mean time, Ivy took out the magnadoodle that is in the exam room, and wrote her name. Then she asked me if I could show her how to write her name.
"But Ivy, you already know how to write your name. You just did it!"
"No, mommy! How do I write my name in GREEK?"
The pediatrician said, "So... I guess you won't be putting her in school either?"