After a day of rainfall, we had a day of snowfall. I'm not a huge winter enthusiast, but I do prefer snow in January.
sprouted alfalfa seeds, juicy pomegranate seeds, roasted pumpkin seeds
Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? jigsaw puzzle
On a totally different note, sometimes, I wonder why I blog. We have many, many good moments in our days, and sometimes not so good moments. If I show only the good, and paint a picture of our ideal, unschooling life, what is the purpose of that? I do love celebrating and focusing on the positive, but I'm not trying to pose and posture here.
Quite simply, I blog, because I enjoy it, but I have nothing to sell here, no agenda to promote. The activities of our days would look no different if I didn't snap photos and spill out words here (except, maybe, my amount of time spent at the computer). So, what is this publicly accessible smattering-of-moments of our days?
I'm feeling extra self-reflective about blogging, because I was kind of a jerk to my family this afternoon. I was short on patience and tolerance. I yelled. I swore. I nagged. It happens. I apologized, but I didn't want to come here and make it look like I was a blissed out, saintly mum all day. I wasn't.
If I can accept my own imperfections (and occasional jerkiness) with humility, I can more easily accept those things in my children (and others), without lending judgement to an already imperfect situation. So, a bad moment passes, like a thunderstorm, sometimes leaving the landscape refreshed. I'm not excusing all jerky behavior. I wouldn't want it to thunderstorm all the time, but neither do I want to paint a falsely sweet, always-sunny picture of our lives.
One can accept the weather or rail against it. I like to prepare for it, revel in it, and sometimes take cozy shelter from it.
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
― Pema Chödrön