7:30AM, and I had Seth at the stove, working on dinner for tonight. He measured and stirred and poured and we talked, and I can’t even remember how it came up, but we were discussing Ghandi. I told him what I could about the Salt March, but knew I didn’t have all the details in my brain, so after we covered up Seth’s taco casserole masterpiece and tucked it into the fridge we looked up Ghandi and had a nice discussion. Such a huge life for such a young boy to take in. We’d been reading and chatting for about twenty minutes when we realized that today is Ghandi’s birthday. And we looked at each other and I did the Twilight Zone music and Seth didn’t know what the “Twilight Zone” music even meant, so maybe after I force him to make lunch we’ll study up on Rod Serling.
And that my friends, is homeschooling.
Happy Birthday beloved Mahatma. You cute little skinny powerful light of God. We mothers around the world are still talking about you.
Thank you for opening so many hearts.
* Gandhi with textile workers at Darwen, Lancashire, 26 September 1931. Source: Wikipedia
*Quote: Ghandi, (brainyquote.com).