While laying in bed, slow to rise on this sunny morning, I saw this post on my phone's Twitter Feed, courtesy of @ElemSchHeads. And I was thrilled:
As I have been winding down my days in CNY, life has turned upside down for me. Moving, especially in a dual career household with little kids, has a way of making your intestines lurch and your frontal cortex miss it's mark. There is WAY too much going on these days. Yet, I have taken ever opportunity to drop what I need to do in order to have a coffee with a faculty member, take my 6 year-old to the playground, or head out on a bike ride with a friend or two or three - with no regrets what so ever. In fact, I have been fully aware that is is the right thing to do, right now, right here. The author of this opinion piece feels the same way. But are people like us really iconoclasts in today's "I'm so busy" culture? And what is this culture doing to our kids?