Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Back in the School Saddle
With all that has changed, I'm thankful some things can stay the same.
Before we got back into the routine of school in this house, we spent some time talking on Sunday night.
"I'm kind of afraid. I haven't taught you on my own for a year and a half. I'm out of practice. I'm a little nervous it's going to be difficult to get back in the groove of doing school here. I'm a lot nervous that Hudson is going to set the house on fire or try to flush all our laundry down the toilet while I'm teaching you. More than anything, I want you to look back at this time with fond memories of learning and getting along with each other and with me. That's what I want, but that's not always what we get. I'm already nervous about all the ways I'm going to blow it."
The hardest part of homeschooling is never the spelling, multiplication tables, or reading assignments.
The hardest part of homeschooling is the fact that four wonky children and one sinful mother must somehow manage to learn to relate well with each other. All day. Every day.
There's no hiding our flaws from one another. Here they sit. Right here. Mooning us. Our impatience, insecurities, quirks, bad attitudes, strife between certain sets of siblings, children who butt heads with their mother...all of it just as much a part of our day as what's written on the chalk board.
That's the part that makes my stomach ache.
Relationships. They are arduous and lovely.
However your family chooses to smart-up your kids, we're hoping your semester is starting off well. In carpool lines, around kitchen tables, on soccer field side-lines, or in fast food drive-throughs memories are bound to be made over the next few months. Some will be beautiful moments of growth and deeper connection. Others will give us a wide open view of our obvious depravity. Either way, I'm praying love is the loudest lesson we learn this semester even if it's learned through words like, "I'm sorry."
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