"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"Will sitting five-years-olds in a desk for eight hours to complete worksheet after worksheet really produce the best outcome for future academic excellence? I say, hogwash. I say, let them be kids."
If that sounds dramatic, it just might be. Or perhaps it’s not. And that’s the dang conundrum that’s got us parents so perplexed about the true ‘right’ thing to do.
"As we mourn our empty nest we wonder where the time went, even though we were part of the evil slave master pointing to the clock... Where do the dreamers fit in?"
“I was kind of afraid that kids at my school were gonna judge me or that they would make fun of me”...But then, God started “kind of nudging at my heart.”
