Teatime Again

We've done BraveWriter teatimes off and on ever since I read about them three years ago when Sparkle was five years old and in kindergarten. Our goal was teatime once a week, but sometime life got in the way. Last spring life got so busy that I even stopped writing teatime on the weekly schedule. However, one unscheduled afternoon this week, the girls spontaneously set aside their play, cleaned everything up, set the table, and told me that we should have teatime. So we did.



Some things haven't changed. Our first teatime started with a broken mug; this teatime began with a broken a vase. Glitter is still a crumb factory, and the tablecloth always needs washing afterwards. The sweet snacks I had planned to phase out are still served. Sparkle still loves the poetry so much that she forgets her treats on her plate as she giggles at one Jack Prelutsky poem after another.

Other things have changed. The girls have taken on the fun of setting and decorating the table. They prefer the green tablecloth to my blue one, and they make outrageous bouquets of silk flowers instead of the fresh ones I used to buy. Glitter has started reading some poems herself, falteringly but definitely reading.



I hope that we will continue to find time for teatime in the school year to come.