... but I saw nothing.
Really. Nothing. She just seemed content. Content with the idea that she wasn't doing the same thing, and that was okay. Content with the idea that she could join in the excitement and rejoice with them without feeling left out. It's so nice to be able to feel genuinely happy for others who are excitedly taking a different path, isn't it? Because God has different plans for each of us, and He's not going to call us all to take the same path. I watched her and was so grateful.
The melancholy lifted. The peace settled in. And then I planned a party.
In that order.
I wanted Chloe to have a fun tradition to look forward to at the beginning of each school year, even if it's not a different teacher, and a new class, and pictures with all the neighbors as the bus comes lumbering down the street. So we invited five other homeschooling families over for a Back to School party. We ate donuts and muffins and the kids ran around in the rain while the moms huddled inside and prayed together for wisdom and patience and joy and courage. It was a wonderful morning.
"Teach a child to choose the right path, and when he is older he will remain upon it."