This morning, Jane and I wrestled her Academic Fair Project into the school: a large tri-fold presentation board festooned with all things Delaware, including a timeline, an economic collage, a biography of Annie Jump Cannon, a map, and a letter from the governor with autographed photo, etc.; a huge foam-board-backed image of the Rock Monster from the Dover international Speedway to top the tri-fold; and a box containing a labeled map of the Speedway, a foam board beach house, a diorama of the Battle of Cooch’s Bridge, a couple of matchbox cars, and a stack of hinged explanations for each and every piece. Plus a roll of clear packing tape suitable for attaching huge foam-board-backed Rock Monster images to things.
All complete and turned in on time.
Dear Lord, it took a village.
Her aunt helped with the images. Her mother helped with the writing. Her father supplied foam board 3D effects. My MIL provided cookies and cardboard boxes.
And we all encouraged, reined-in, applauded, and nagged, either in tag teams or in tandem.
The actual Lower School Academic Fair is Thursday evening (Happy Valentine’s Day, school board!) and Jane still has to practice her presentation in front of the class this week and decide if she’ll be passing out complementary and culturally-significant cups of sarsaparilla soda, but those are not the village’s problems.
It’s over. It’s done. It’s Miller Time.
Until next year, when Sunny is a first grader and we’ll have two simultaneous projects to complete.
We’re gonna need a bigger village . . .