When I was a counselor at Camp Hanover, I genuinely loved the bedtime routine. Especially with the littler campers–the six and seven-year-olds. It started with vespers, a sunset time of prayer and song. Then we’d play a few last rounds of freeze tag or foursquare and head back toward our campsite. Continue reading “Why Our Kids Share a Room”
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day? Continue reading “Boys ‘Round Here”