Speaking of The Little House books and life without modern comforts, the 4th grade class is learning about colonial and revolutionary America and have been taking field trips and doing period appropriate in-classroom activities. Discovered that a big portion of our neighborhood used to be one big farm owned by a single Dutch family who had 2 children, a girl and a boy. The 4th graders learned what it was like to be a kid in 1700s Brooklyn, where the entire day could be spent doing a single chore like weaving or candle making. At the end of the day when asked which they would prefer – to be a kid in 1700 or a kid in 2014, one student astutely answered that she prefers to be a kid now because you can still do the things that kids did in the 1700s, like sewing, weaving and cooking. I liked that answer.
I found myself looking at various online classes late at night 2 weeks ago when I couldn’t sleep. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in any kind of classroom environment – probably not since grad school 14 years ago. I’m not really sure how taking a class could fit in with our current schedule and that’s the biggest challenge, but I would really like to learn a new skill, preferably making things with my hands, off screen, in 3 dimensions. I feel like I’m self taught in a lot of things, but sometimes you need the benefit of an instructor and the camaraderie of a classroom, not to mention the structure of a schedule and the accountability of assignments.
I think the winter weather is getting to all of us. February can be hard, but I actually think March is harder still. You get to the end of your rope with winter, but it can still be very cold even though you expect March to usher in Spring. But I look out my window at 4:30 pm and see how very light it is still, the sun only just beginning to make its descent down and I know that we are shifting towards change. There have been some bright spots this past month for sure – a very special 10th birthday dinner at Nobu, a meal that the kids are still talking about a week later; an outing with the little one yesterday to see the Gaultier exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum; even the snow has been beautiful at times, but it’s been a struggle to keep the spirits up at all times. I don’t even try. It’s ok to let yourself feel whatever.
Hugs from the girls help though. Looking up at the sky does too. And, birthday cake, yes.