I am thrilled. I am recharged. I am exhausted. This weekend I lived through my first homeschool convention.
Honestly, all those books. It was marvelous. For the first time, I got to see and touch and page through curriculum before buying. We explored products, manipulatives, and doodads. I got to talk to authors about their books.
I got to meet Jessie Wise! She was gracious and sweet. I also attended a lecture of hers called, “If I Could Do It Over Again.” She pretty much blew my socks off.
There were remote controlled model boats. There were animals from the humane society. There was a guy in full armor with a broadsword. I had worried a little bit that the hooligans might get a little bored, but they had a riot. They even held up admirably during lectures. (And when they couldn’t, Mr. MG took them out in the main area and chased them all over the place. By the end of the weekend, every vendor knew the tall bald man with the two crazy children and the toddler with the squeaky shoes.)
We were attending both days, so the hooligans got to stay in a hotel for the first time. The Bear does not like new things, and was teary for a couple of days beforehand. All that was a distant memory when he got in the room. “I want to live here!” he sighed. As for the Princess, it confirmed everything she hoped for and then some. No making beds, no vacuuming, and free cookies in the lobby.
After supper, we came back and went to the hotel pool. For the first time, Moo was in something bigger than a tub. After slowly working our way in, I got her in the water up to her shoulders and then it happened: she started flutter kicking and paddling her arms, I kid you not. She loved it! I held her waist and zoomed her around in the water while the Bigs horsed around with Mr. MG. It was one one the highlights of the entire trip.
Of course, no one really slept. And then we spent all the next day exploring the convention some more. And then the looong drive home. But you know it was a good time, because the kids all cried when we had to leave. Moo wailed, “I don’t want to go home!”
The last kid was tucked in their bed at ten thirty last night - happy, tired, and impatient for next year. And here I am today, dozing at the keyboard with a stack of new books next to my chair. I’m impatient for it, too.