There are two situations in which my children can count on me being a complete pushover. The first is pregnancy.*
KIDS: Mom, can we have ice cream?
ME: Don't be ridiculous. It's 9 in the morning and you just had breakfast.
KIDS: So, Mom, should we do our readings out here?
ME: Good idea.
KIDS: How about Math and Latin?
ME: I'm game.
KIDS: Should we just table the tablework for today?
ME: Sounds like a plan.
Normally, I'm a stay-on-track and by-golly-we've-got-a-schedule-to-keep kind of gal. But watching little Cheney stare at a woodpecker for 15 straight minutes and seeing the kids excitedly take pictures of the cooing mourning dove on the neighbor's ridgepole reminds me that there is life outside to be lived. And hearing that glorious honking of geese for the first time in months tells me it's time for a change of pace. Nature Study, anyone?
*Of course I'm not!