Foster Further

 Today was one of those hopeful early spring days. In the 50s, warm sun, soft wind. You step outside and you smell the earth awakening from the long winter.  Gus, who is 14, took the three littles (James, 5; Jane, 5; and Kate, 3) outside to play after dinner. It got dark and still they stayed out. He ran in for flashlights and patiently taught them how to play flashlight tag. He gently counted aloud with the tiniest one who can't yet make it to 20 on her own. He led them in shrieking gleeful chases around the yard.  I looked at the clock and saw it was past their bedtimes, on a school night no less, and I did not care. How could I possibly interrupt this annual rite of spring? How could I tell my children to stop loving each other's company? Stop making the memories that form a childhood? And this is why I want to Home Educate. Not because schedules are bad, but because during these years, schedules should not rule our lives. There will be decades upon decades when they a...