Still drinking coffee. Still eating muffins. The faint start of a smirk appearing at the corners of my mouth. The irony of our recent "Zen" experience. (It will be funny one day. I will recognize it as a gift).
Did I mention? We had a couple of hours to kill before arriving at the retreat, so we went to a hands-on children's museum in Asheville. Riley had a ball. She was very brave. Some exhibits initially scared her, but she tried every single thing.
Out of all the kids there, who do you suppose a photographer picked to photograph for a brochure? That's right. My girl stood there in a hard hat and an orange vest, posing for the camera like she'd done it all her life. (At three, she ran from cameras, shrieking because the flash was too bright).
This whole experience has reinforced how desperately Riley needs a school where social skills are taught as part of the curriculum. Social skills are as important for this child as math or science or English. Yesterday I was researching, and came across what looks like a great school....in NYC.
Speaking of irony?