One gloomy day in July, my 9-year-old son joined the 1864 Army. It took all of 90 seconds and the chance to hold a civil war era rifle and he was gone.
I know that he is only 9 and that it is not real by any stretch of the imagination, but to him (and to my heart) it was pretty real. I felt a real excitement for him and a serious sad ping in my heart all at the same time. Silly huh?
What ever will I do in 9 short years when he is off to conquer the world?!? Although in his 9-year-old mind…he will be living with us forever. I think it’s ok if I hold onto that particular thought just a little while longer. ❤
What a beautiful day and a great experience.
I love homeschooling these little people! The wonderful experiences that we share, the memories that we make. Not only do they learn, but we do too. ❤