Offering

A long and busy day for all of us. I found time usually spent in planning was used up for writing down again what I should have been planning more, if you get my drift. After school club was wonderful. The children wrote a poem in the end to go with a photo we took of their shadows. (It was a rare bit of sunshine after a very stormy morning, my drive in through grey hail lit up by a dramatic pink flash of lightening). They talked of countries and cities they had lived in and we were left with thoughts of things they had left behind becoming positive imprints on their memories. This was after the end of some heavy duty theory for A level Biology being lightened, well maybe more enlightened by a magnificent talk on TED; an account of a woman scientist's experience and analysis of her stroke.

I caught a cup of tea before finding a place to park. My permit has run ut and now I have to buy a ticket until that can be remedied. Homework was done, but somehow the evening was eaten up. There was an altercation about a game. A game that should be played happily together creating and inventing. I found myself retreating to the kitchen to let them battle it out between them. It was an exercise in distancing myself from their inevitable tussles. Very hard. Sorted in the end, but not withut the help of music, food and motherlove. And very quietly, Little Agu made me a cup of tea and a hot chocolate for himself and his brother, so that when Ben came down from sorting his room, there was a little offering at the dinner table and a piece of paper with his name on. They find their own diplomacy eventually.