2008-04-15
Muss-Makers
While my children munch carrots, I read Little House in the Big Woods. Yesterday, I grinned at this statement.
The Petersons had just moved in. Their house was new, and always very neat, because Mrs. Peterson had no little girls to muss it up.
I have two little girls that muss everywhere. Laura and Mary didn’t have 1/427 of the toys my girls do, so I wonder what messes they made. Did they carry in leaf plates from outside? Did they scatter prized pebbles gathered in town? Whatever disarray they made, my family enjoys their story.
Because it’s my responsibility to teach my children, sometimes I feel like everything needs to be a study. Shouldn’t there be lesson plans to go along with this book?
Maybe delighting in the marvelous story of a family long ago is enough, because my muss-makers are learning to love literature. At least, I hope that’s what carpets of books indicate.
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