Day Twenty

Reading, reading, writing, and watching PBS documentary on the civil rights movement. Tired beyond belief -- face breaking out, eyes closing of their own accord. At a parent conference, I find my son has filled a book with wonderful writings, and that "his favorite thing to do is read." Oh, I have cloned myself in one beautiful little boy. When I pick up my sweet 3 year old, she has written the 't' of her name. How wonderful to watch it begin and develop, this desire to express ourselves, to put down marks on paper that will tell us who it is we are, and what we think about this world.