An excerpt from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis:

And now a very curious thing happened. None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do, but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different. Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don’t understand but in the dream it feels as if it has some enormous meaning – either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dreams o beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again. It was like that now. At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.

We’re only as far as Chapter Ten in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, but something magical has happened in our house. The boys, Jude especially, cannot get enough of the beginning adventures of Edmund, Peter, Susan, and Lucy. And after I read the excerpt above in Chapter Seven today, I’m once again enchanted too.

I could write a twenty page essay on this excerpt. No joke. Man, I wish I had the time to tease out every little thought and feeling this paragraph evokes in me….but, another day, another time. (I recently met up with a very dear old friend. We quickly entered a discussion about writing – if we were doing it, basically – and I think we both came away inspired to pick up our pens again. So much has transpired since I last wrote a blog post, that I’m sorry, dear reader, but I’m going to have to pretend you’re caught up. Onward and upward!) What I can say is this: C.S. Lewis is a genius! In this one paragraph, I’m reminded of how different my children’s reactions are to the name of Jesus, even at such young ages. I’m also reminded that my boys don’t necessarily need the Bernstein Bears (total bore-a-thon in comparison). They need adventure!

I’ve been reading a ton of books on educating children lately. Everything I can get my hands on. We’re in the middle of figuring out what the best way of educating our children is. (I say our children because, heck, education is not a one size fits all thing, that’s for darn sure.) One thing I’m coming away with so far that will inform what we introduce to our kids whether we do school at home or not is that they are people. Little people, yes. But people! They have feelings and emotions and intelligence and they’re capable of way more than I ever imagined. I think because of my education experience, my expectations for my kids are formulated to reflect what was expected of me in kindergarten, first grade, second grade, etc. So I think, okay, Jude should be able to read by the end of kindergarten. That’s what’s expected of him in public school, he can totally do it. But instead, I’m realizing……he’s capable of so much more! Not because he’s Jude, but because he has a brain. Anyway, I’m excited to teach him what I can at home, mainly through really fun things like The Chronicles of Narnia, Robin Hood, and adventures in our own backyard. Learning can be fun! By the end of my high school career, it sure wasn’t fun for me. What’s the trick to keeping learning fun and alive? I have no idea, but I’m on a mission. Input appreciated.