He’s Home
This was Friday afternoon. My beautiful son came home—tired, dirty, and a little wiser. He had a wonderful time. I think there were hard parts to his class camping/farming trip, but he wasn’t too cold or too wet. Or at least not so much as to ruin his trip. He says he wants to spend more time with Farmer Harl at Rudolf Steiner College.
The next sixth-grade class trip is in May, I think.
We are so in-between now. He’s responsible about some things and irresponsible about others. I guess that’s called growing up.
