At age six we have a variety of moods in our house. More often than not we are cranking by, the bicycle is rideable but the gears grind on our way. Mama and Papa work during the day, Chips goes to school. We all come home and we try to find a rhythm in our nights. Chips and I do homework, make dinner, and play. Generally we have at least one disagreement during that time. Every, single day.
Her mood rubs against my mood and we have to try to find a path that works for us. More often than not, we do. We make it work, through the tears and the …. interesting moods. More often than not, we end the days with games, books and laughter. Then you ask for “matematicas” and we curl on the floor together with the chalkboard and play together with numbers.