Not at Home

A happy mom passes me in the hall as she is leaving the dining commons. She has her children in school after years of home-schooling.

“Being here for lunch is a good thing,” she tells me. “First, the teachers need my help at lunch time, but even more,” she continues, apparently thinking of the many spills and piles of crumbs, “it just convinces me that I did the right thing putting my kids in school. It is better to have them here… on your floor, and not mine.”