Home Visit From a Teacher

Sitting at my dining room table, my son's teacher works on a paper with him. Does this happen for others? I think not. Again reminded why we stretch ourselves to keep our children at the Davis Waldorf School. They finish with smiles and he is confident, which, if you know Oliver's struggles, that's huge. She joins me on the couch to sip hot tea and plan a trip to the city for some "girl" time. Yes, my son's teacher and I are friends. What a gift. In walks Vatrena, no knock necessary, to spend an evening recording her Christmas CD. Did I mention in the past that she's the bookkeeper at the school? Community, I love it! Now for a hot cup of Teechino, yum!