Simpatico

You know how sometimes you think things for a long time and then one day you read the Internet and you realize that someone wrote down your thoughts?  And that they did it very well?  And you feel relief because it was going to take a lot of work for you to do it and, even then, it might not have come out as elegantly as the way the Internet put it?

Me too.

Lots of my thoughts on parenting boil down to what this woman said.  Thank you, lady.  Simpatico over here.

Leaving On a Jet Plane

In less than a week, I’ll be on a plane headed to Africa for 10 days.  Needless to say, I will have neither steady internet access nor the inclination to be on the computer when I’m there!  If you’re new to the blog (or even if you’re not), feel free to roam around here and check out old posts.  It’ll be like looking in someone’s bathroom cabinets at a party only it won’t be nearly as weird as that.

When I return, I’m excited to say that I’ll be popping up in different places on the old internet, writing about everything from how to incorporate classical education ideas into an ordinary day to words that changed the trajectory of my life.  I’ll make sure I put up links here.

In the meantime, I’ll be clamoring to pack a bag that weighs under 50 lbs, taking my kids to jujitsu class, and keeping a sharp eye on the dogs, who like to potty on the floor given the slightest excuse.  I’ll “see” you all when I get back!

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I’ve noticed something about Americans.  They really, really like virtual reality.  As opposed to real reality.  I mean, I know it’s been this way for years, what with the rise of the internet and online classes and reality television, blah, blah.  But it seems like, in the last three years, people have developed a taste for virtual everything (or maybe it only seems that way to me because we’ve been out of the country for that long).  I mean, virtual star-gazing?  Really?  Go outside and look at the night sky, people.

Anyway, today was our last day with the grandparents and they wanted to go to the bowling alley to eat.  I would never have had that idea.  But then they live in a small, pretty town where the people all know each other and bowling alleys have quaint restaurants attached to them.

I was a little disturbed when, after hearing where we’d have lunch, our kids grew misty-eyed and declared that they had never actually set foot in a real, live bowling alley.  Even though they knew it was closed for the day, the kids insisted on looking inside the darkened alley at the multicolored bowling balls–up close.  They  stood at the counter where you get the shoes, in reverent silence, and imagined telling the man what size they’d need.  They marveled at the pins at the end of the alleys, white and stiff like the guards at Buckingham Palace.

How could this be?

How could our kids have gotten well into their elementary school years and have never bowled at a bowling alley?  I mean, I know they’ve lived in India for nearly half their lives and all, but still, it struck me as sort of tragic.  Bowling is fun, even when one is very bad at bowling.

Then the kids consoled me.  They had bowled before.  They knew exactly how to do it, they said, because they’d bowled before…on the Wii.

*Cue sweeping orchestral music*.

This is me, pumping my fist in the air in defiance, the wind whipping my hair.  Scarlett O’Hara declared that she’d never go hungry again.  I declare that this family will not live its life in virtual reality!  I am making a date to take my kids to the real, dingy, cigarette smoke-filled, sticky-carpeted, 90’s-music-playing bowling alley if it kills me.  Amen.

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