Our homeschooling voyage will sail the smoothest when we have a strong crew that includes our extended family and friends. Our "deck hands" maybe? Those people that bring their own unique lives onboard that in turn, enrich ours.
So today I walk into our kitchen to find my mother-in-law up on a step ladder and First Mate perched in his learning tower (in his underwear no less) digging through the spice cupboard, tasting everything.
The funny thing is, I remember doing the same exact thing with my grandmother, yet it hadn't occurred to me to do it with the Mates. Must be one of those magical grandmother things. There are a lot of those.
Grandmothers seem to be natural teachers. When I say "teacher" I don't mean someone who gives lessons though. I mean someone who shares, listens and says yes more often than not. So obviously "teacher" isn't the right word. Hmmmm.
We are very fortunate to have Captain Papa's parents close by. My own parents, on the other hand, live far away in the land of cold and winter awfulness. Minnesota. The escape from which gives them an extra excuse to travel here each winter though. They will arrive this Wednesday in fact, so I'll probably be quiet in this space until next week.
Do you have a special memory of something your grandmother shared with you? Or taught you?