I remember when Charlie was attending public school and even #Homeschool the kitchen table still held the shape of the school year in it, even after everything had been cleared away. Which what a few families will be facing this week as school comes to a end for the year. We may see a few faint pencil dents in the dining room table, a stray eraser crumb tucked near the edge, the soft memory of mornings that started with structure and ended with “just one more page.” Today, though, it didn’t feel like routine. It felt like release. In my home there was a moment where nothing needed to be…