As with everything else in life, some days it’s harder to homeschool than others.
Confession: Some days I wonder who signed me up for this. I wonder who it was that thought I could handle this. I question if I can, should, or even want to do it anymore.
Is that too much information? More honesty than you expected from me?
I feel an obligation to be real on this blog. To let you see my struggle as well as my highlights. (Not the ones is my hair….I have four inch roots.)
The truth is, homeschooling is a challenge. Period.
There are hard days. Days when the baby poops three times in the same hour that Levi colors on the wall, there’s a delivery at the front door, my phone won’t be quiet, Dax says he’s NOT doing THOSE math pages, Drew keeps interrupting to ask for MORE math pages while I’m reading archaeology to Hayden and Dylan, and wait! It’s time to pick up Nolan from Physical Science! We go to the car, and Drew suddenly needs to go to the bathroom and runs back in, Dax needs a drink, I discover that someone has unbuckled Landen’s carseat AGAIN, and great, just GREAT – the air is out in the van.
On these hard days, I vent to my husband. Ever-supportive, he listens. He knows that some of it is just life. Life with lots of little people around. No one said it would be easy. And in my venting, I hear myself tell him….I hear myself remembering that:
- it was God who drew our hearts to homeschooling,
- it was God who said I could handle it,
- I can, should, and DO want to do this.
I was telling him the other day that although sometimes I forget why we do it, I get firm reminders regularly. Each time I sit down to teach history, geography, things like archaeology to my sons, it hits me. They’re getting to learn everything from a biblical perspective. From the ground up. Literally.
They’re getting to discuss why evolution is a crock at the age of 8. I love knowing that they KNOW, and furthermore, can argue the reasons why they couldn’t have evolved from a monkey.
They’re getting to learn and discuss the character and choices made by historical figures like Christopher Columbus – things I never thought about – like the way he brought back captives so that he could force them to accept Christ. I love the way we stop, gaze in thought for a moment, and then discuss what we just read. What we just learned TOGETHER.
I love the way we can take the time to talk about the amazing way God created certain animals with the defense of mimicry, like drone flies, and the way they look so similar to bees, and the way this protects them from the insect called the bee killer, and thus the entire food chain, and affects honey production, on and on.
I love how I GET to experience watching them learn. I GET to see the sparkle in their eyes when it clicks.
Maybe it isn’t always easy, but it sure is worth it.
I’m so thankful for the freedom we have to homeschool our children.
What are you thankful for?