6 years ago when we rolled into this town... 2 babies in tow...
and for me... a little lost with who i was... and with why we were here...
i found... in those first couple months... the waldorf school...
my kids were babies... years away from school... but we happened upon the fair....
and i loved it... everything about it...
the kind children... the singing and violins and the crafts... and the knomes... and the magic...
there seemed to be a calm that i felt pulled towards.
my kids are not babies anymore... the the years flew by...
now by boys are enrolled in the school... and they have found community.
some things frustrate me like crazy... i love that my 7 year old can knit up a storm on adorable little wood sticks... the fact that he is not reading... is my own struggle... to trust an education that seems so opposite from our culture... it has been terribly hard. but then... i remind myself to follow my gut...
and it says that i have nice boys... kind... sincere and compassionate...
and it tells me that eventually they will read... and in the meantime...
a little wool and wood is a nice addition to their lives.
tomorrow is the may fair from 10-3 pm in Spruce Grove...
it is pure sweetness... you must come!
also.... i wait patiently... for the mushroom quiche they serve for lunch... i get it twice a year and it is ridiculously yummy.
see you there...