I drove straight past the school last Thursday morning, while eleven year old Tiani was still chatting away to me in the front seat.
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If she hadn’t politely paused to ask if I was going to drop her off, I really don’t think it would have occurred to me.
Until I pulled up at one of my favourite coffee shops and realised the need to cough up for an extra hot chocolate!
Having my three girls home for the two weeks off school was an absolute delight.
However... I did feel like I was finally on holiday when they went back last Monday.
I probably took the whole holiday mood a little too far mid-week though, when I luxuriated in a catch-up with a girlfriend on the same day as I sat down to watch an hour of telly with the family.
That nagging feeling – that a price must be paid – proved right when my husband had no clean shirt to wear the next morning.
Eek!
Nose in the books
Sitting up too late reading is another of my holiday mood vices, and I have two books on the go at present.
My girlfriend lent me the story of Corrie ten Boom, a courageous Christian woman who hid Jews in her home during the Holocaust – she is on her way to a concentration camp as I write.
Also open is another brilliant book from C.S. Lewis, this time it’s The Screwtape Letters.
This watches the dark protagonist encourage every distraction and deception to lead his patient away from the light of his enemy.
These two tomes come hot on the heels of my first ever reading of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four.
The issues raised in that one are so current it’s scary!
Nineteen Eighty-Four’s thought police, demonization of opponents, denial of the truth, hijacking of language, rewriting of history and state removal of families rights to teach children their own values sounded like modern day Canada.
Twelve years after changing the meaning of the word marriage, the school text books in Canada have even been changed to include the new gender ideology.
No protection for freedom of conscience in Australia may see me join the underground resistance like Corrie ten Boom.
I believe it’s OK to say ‘no’.