as i move closer to 500 posts,
i thought i'd look through my drafts
and see what didn't make it to the
the first one i found is from long ago...
i had almost forgotten what i meant to write.
there was a title, a bit of text.
our family spent the day with the dinosaurs
at the museum of natural history in pittsburgh.
it was a great day.
there was a special exhibit of horses upstairs,
and outside the exhibit was a table
with a horsey craft.
color the horse,
then make it into a puppet.
the kids got to work.
then it happened.
m colored her horse -
all those markers in front of her!
the choices! the possibilities!
and my rainbow, glitter, ever-colorful child,
"yes mommy, horses are brown,"
"what about pink? or purple? or polka-dots?"
"no, brown, mrs. said horses are brown."
"but your horse can be whatever color you imagine it to be."
it was such a small moment.
but it was so sad to me.
it's probably why i didn't post it.
she was growing up.
i never wanted to homeschool more in my life.