In the beginning…
The downstairs is all set up, the work boxes are full, the calendar is up, the curriculum is organized, the books are beautifully placed throughout the room. Everything is ready. The kids are excited. I am tired but looking forward to it.
Tomorrow is the first day of a new adventure. I’ve had a first day before, it was horrid. I didn’t have all my curriculum, I wasn’t the one setting the tone for school. I was doing school at home through a charter school and it was too much at the wrong time. Tomorrow is different. I have no predetermined agenda that absolutely must be finished. I have a loose outline of things I want to bring up, of stories I want to read, of topics I would like to introduce and as the day goes we will discover where we are.
My children are inquisitive, precocious and analytical. They learn readily but often push hard against deadlines. They hate deadlines. We will work on that but not on the first day, not even the first week or month. We are practicing a relaxed and eclectic approach to homeschooling.
… Tomorrow has come and gone. It was wonderful. It was relaxed. Learning filled every moment. Questions were asked and answered with thought and imagination. Littles occupied themselves quietly within sight with age appropriate toys and explorations that they chose for themselves. We did all the subjects for the day before lunch and started at 930. It was blessed and relaxed. The house was still clean at the end. It was a perfect first day.
… But perfection doesn’t last and when you follow Gods calling things are bound to get in your way, or at least try.
Between perfection and bedtime I caught a cold. A fever running, not able to breathe, sore throat and exhaustion causing bug! Day two has been anything but perfection. We did school in bed. Copy work has been forgotten for Lego Avenger figurines, capes and pretend grocery shopping. Counting practice has turned into my two year old trying to change her own diaper. The littlest one thinks mommy’s face is a chair, mommy’s hair needs to be pulled and screaming is an acceptable form of communication. Whining and crying have replaced giggling and laughter.
It’s lunchtime and soon a nap we all desperately need. Then we shall see what this afternoon brings but right now I’m partial to a movie for the kids and a mindless world of fantasy that can be found in the well worn pages of an old book!
…Tomorrow is a new day, another chance at living and learning and growing. A new beginning…