At ten o clock the night before, it just occurred to me that there was going to be a total eclipse of the sun and it's path of totality and would be gracing the beautiful states of America. I started reading all the hype on the internet about it and got swept away real quick. Worry set it. Ender's school was going to keep him inside during the eclipse. As was Cora's. Ping pong went my thoughts. Should I or should I not take them out of school so they could experience the event, even if it would only be partially obscured? Am I bad mom? It's times like these I close my eyes and pretend to have wrinkly skin and grey hair. My elderly more cinical self laughed at my younger more uptight self. Wait, was she laughing at me cause I worry too much and lack wisdom, just keep them in school? Or was she laughing because I worry too much and just let 'em play hookie for crying out loud?! I called mama. I fretted over the phone with her. All night I stewed. But woke up and decided away we fly with handmade pin holes to the archery range.
There were clouds, there was heat, there was a two year old and there was, inevitably, somebody who had to poop.
So, away we went to my parent's house around the bend.
The boy creator, the girl explorer, and the baby juggernaut suffer their mama's ideas. I dare say they love it.
The moon slipped perfectly over the sun. The iris and the pupil, unblinking down at their inquisitive earthlings.
