Around this time of year parents start getting excited about their kids going back to school. Kids get excited about seeing their friends again and meeting their new teacher. School clothes get purchased along with every school supply imaginable.
My “back to school” looks much different. I have stacks of books sitting around me and a planner. I’m busy putting together lesson plans that will educate and make school exciting. We don’t go back to school shopping because no one around here is paying attention to who is wearing what. As long as the clothes are clean and without holes I’m a happy momma. Our school supplies might look similar but I have purchased twice as many. Ink is a major commodity around here and I buy in bulk.
There are days when I envy mothers who get hours to themselves when school starts, but when 8am comes and goes and we are still beginning our morning I smile with gratitude. My kids are finally old enough to help clean up the kitchen after I’ve cooked a meal, which makes cooking more enjoyable. We take walks and talk about what we are learning. When its raining and cold I might consider canceling school in the classroom for pj’s on my bed.
There are a lot of good things to spend time thinking about this time of year, and when the anxious thoughts come up (which they always do) I need to remember.
Homeschooling is a choice we have made. No one is making me or scaring me to do it. I have been called to teach my kids. Some parents have not and I don’t judge their decision. This is the hardest job I can ever imagine doing. Some days are wonderful and all days end with me believing we can do this again, but then there are days that hurt.
For some reason I fall into the idea that my children cannot have bad or off days. My goodness I get them more often then not! Therefore who am I to forget that some days will just be hard? Some days I talk in the worst of tones, and look at my beautiful children like “why is this so hard!” Oh Lord forgive me. I fail a lot, but His grace is greater then my worst failure.
I need a lot of grace for teaching, disciplining, loving, extending grace, and doing it all again the next day. This time of year is full of emotions. Excited, hopeful, anxious, and I thank God I get to do this again. No I don’t have hours of free time and my kids don’t have new clothes but we have another year to do school at home.