Beads, birch bark, and feathers

My poor sweet tired and grumpy daughter is finally in the bed. Her project’s due tomorrow, she finished it not long ago, and it looks beautiful.

Because I teach research papers every single semester, I know how much time they take, and I helped her start the project the day she got the assignment—and she worked on it faithfully every single day. So I can’t quite figure out how it got to be 10:00 the night before it was due and she was still finishing it. I can observe that hole punching seems to take slightly longer than eternity when you’re watching a nine year old do it.

She researched and wrote (not plagiarized) all five pages of the report and drew beautiful illustrations to accompany each section. I did manage to give up my bark paper, although it was tough—she used it for the covers and decorated it with a couple of feathers, a tiny piece of birch bark from the river birch in our back yard, and a strand of beads. It is truly a lovely book.

The only bad news is that she came home with a new project assignment due next Wednesday. Sigh.