We got a little lost trying out a new route. Right after I heard Sylvia say, "This is so much fun singing with the windows open! I don't even mind the smell of cow maneuver" ('cause that's what she likes to call it), I snapped a random picture over my shoulder. They were singing a Phineas and Ferb song.
"Mama, why's that man holding a sign?"
"I don't know. Let's find out."
They really enjoyed picking out puppy food and thought the man would like a cold soda, too. The dog soaked up their attention while I chatted with her owner.
Then, Camille and Sylvia had their final class at the Rumpus Room.
Camille cheered wildly when Sylvia landed her first cartwheel.
Today, although the sunshine beckoned, I couldn't put off domestic chores any longer. So I cooked and baked, and did dishes and laundry, while Camille volunteered to sweep and dust and tidy the living room and pick up her own room a bit. That's right, volunteered! And was quite proud of herself, too.
When chores are not enforced and/or tied to an allowance, children can joyfully offer to help. Yeah, it doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it's done cheerfully.
I forgot to order seed potatoes this year. Which was just as well, because I'd apparently been neglecting a bag and a half of organic potatoes in the pantry. Perfect!
So, it turns out that when children can choose what and when to eat, when and where to sleep, when and how to help out, and how and what to learn about, they get lots of practice making choices. Their choices can be thoughtful and joyful and satisfying to themselves and those around them.
Sometimes they aren't, but that's part of the learning, too.