5/365. It's not that I'm against homework per se, it's just that when he comes home after a day of sitting at a desk and following instructions, I just can't see clear to not letting him just go play. So, I admit, around here, some days we do homework in the mornings. I realize it won't work forever, but for now, it makes for much more enjoyable evenings.
4/365. I haven't seen him smile much lately. But put a guitar in his hands and everything changes. He forgets himself and there is only the music. Music has been his language since before he had words. So thankful for a place he can turn when he's struggling to find his way.
3/365. His father was on the late train home, so any attempt to reset to our normal schedule (such as it is) was thwarted right out of the gate. Post-shower, pre-bed snuggles.
2/365. Always walking that fine line between entertainment / productive / educational and full-on zombie mode.
1/365. As I embark on the seventh year of this, my daily practice, I'm grateful for traditions, close friends, and time off with my family.