Today was one of the last days of our summer. School officially starts for Edmund on Monday and we are all excited. However, as I watched the boys fight over a stomp rocket that they had made, I was a little sad.
We had spent this summer making things, learning about the human body, and getting ready for school. Edmund had wound down his French tutoring and violin lessons. He went to Camp Webb. He helped his father and I on a newspaper route and participated in fine motor summer enrichment tutoring three days a week. To say that we have been busy is an understatement. . .
Today was different. We had spent the day making vehicles and rockets from the boys' Supercharged Science E-Science Camp materials. Old tubing, duct tape, mouse traps, blocks of foam and wood, broken wheels from toy cars, scratched CDs and an assortment of DC motors became all sort of contraptions for play. The boys warm banter and gentle teasing made me want to freeze the morning.
Spencer was determined to help. He assured mommy that he would rather be in the back yard playing baseball. But, if brother was making something. . . "You make car brother?". . . He was going to give it his best shot.
Does Edmund know what school is really going to be like? No. Will he and his brother always be best friends? I hope so. Regardless of what challenges that lie ahead, my enterprising little pilot will have the love of his family to boast him along. Always.
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