Delightful Children

Okay, just in case that last post was a bit too poetic for you - with all the hullabaloo about my kids pursuing their dreams and destiny - I will have to admit that most of that currently centers around computers (Myspace, Project Playlist, YouTube, etc.) or the Sony PSP complete with the Darth Vader icon that one little boy got for Christmas. This afternoon we watched the movie Romeo and Juliet together which was pretty cool, and the two youngest have been obsessively watching King Kong. (That is one LOOOONNNGGG movie!) We went out this afternoon and they cheered me on as I attempted to balance my two butt cheeks, of which I am convinced one is fatter than the other and continually threw me off center. They were so proud of me for persevering. (I rode ten minutes and how is it that the dang bike seat hurts when I've got so much padding?)
But the previous post was inspired by this....
Yesterday afternoon, my heart stopped. I was at a meeting with high school moms pre-planning for next year's co-op - precious, gorgeous women. I sat there with my white shirt that sported evidence of the blackberry yogurt I had eaten for a snack, and shrunk down sort of like Edith Ann in the great big chair when one mom asked me what my daughter who will be a senior needed next year. These questions are so foreign to me. The question wasn't out of line - it was just that we come from two different worlds. I know a lot of homeschool parents are on this track - planning out classes for their children and often their futures. I don't think like that. If my children choose to go to college, then I will assist them in any way that they request in pursuing that route. Whatever they choose to pursue, barring prostitute or drug dealer, they will have my full support. I want my kids to live joyful lives of their choosing. If college is in or out of the picture, great either way. If getting married and having children is part of what they choose to paint into their lives, I hope they choose wisely and love deeply. If they want to join the circus and ride an elephant everyday in a sequined body suit, and marry a 3 ft. tall guy named Rollo - they have my blessing (well the girls do anyway) and I'll buy a ticket for a front row seat of every show.
What could be better than that?