Sadie was up before I was this morning to read the next book in the Sisters Grimm series. I wandered into her bedroom to check on her about half and hour ago and got the "Sshh!" with the raised index finger before I could say much of anything. I backed out silently. Just passed by her door a minute ago, and she is hunched, crossed-legged on her bed, still reading away. And, this can be the Monday morning routine because we homeschool. Why not let her revel in the realms of imagination fully, blissfully before coming back down to common earth to do math and cursive and Latin?* Don't you remember -- you bibliophiles out there who had to "go to school" -- those days when you were cruelly ripped from your journeys of fancy and plopped unceremoniously in front of a bowl of Cheerios, then marched off to the dull greyness of institutionalized education? I surely do. Nothing is as magic as time truly lost in a book -- that time we carve out for ourselves to read simply because we want to. Now, to a certain extent, Sadie can continue the magic as long as she needs to, without any artificial timetable imposed. We're living the dream, baby!
*Not that there is anything "common earth" about Latin, which is the most awesome subject ever!
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