Can I be honest about something for a minute?
Sometimes homeschooling is the hardest best thing I’ve ever done. I love, love, love that I get to homeschool my boys. I am confident in this moment that this is the best fit for our family for this particular season and stage in life. So, it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done.
But sometimes homeschooling is so hard. Fellow homeschoolers, am I right or am I right?!
A couple weeks ago, I had these three magical homeschool days…one morning last week I took a picture of us as we sat outside to do our lessons after the boys had made an early morning donut and WalMart run with Val…all of us so happy and flowing together like syrup over a pancake…or the morning when Solomon started sounding our words for the first time and those very basics of reading were just rolling for him (I took a picture of that, too).
Then days later I found myself in a succession of childhood meltdowns, difficulty with the material we were working, struggling to keep my cool, and me in tears once everyone was down for naps and quiet time. In fact, I was mentally considering what my quickest “out” from homeschooling would be. Val sat with me that day as I cried and expressed all my fears and frustrations, helping me regroup and see the overall picture.
Days later a full cup of coffee drenched my lesson plan book. Enough said.
There have been days when I’ve wondered why anyone homeschools ever. And then there are a lot more days when I’ve thought that homeschooling is one of the best things we’ve ever done for our kids and our family.
Because it is easy to see the happy pictures and shiny posts on social media about the magic of homeschooling, I wanted to reach out and share this post. A balanced glimpse into the reality of homeschool… the highs and the lows…the moments of magic and the days of despair.
In fact, it was in one of my most desperate moments toward the end of last school year, that I prayed under my breath something along the lines of: “How can I actually keep doing this?!” And God’s answer came in the next split-second, “By my Spirit.”
Homeschooling is truly the best fit for our family in this season of life. It is an incredible privilege and gift. And yet, homeschooling requires so much. So much heart. So much energy. Sacrifice. Time. Investment. Organization. And flexibility. And so, “By my Spirit,” has become my mantra.
This past summer when I needed to plan our next year, I sat on our school table and asked the Spirit what needed to be set up differently in our schoolroom. And He brought it to mind. And that arrangement of the schoolroom has made a huge difference. When it was time to work on the daily school schedule, He showed me how to lay out the day. And it has flowed so well (most days). And when I was recognizing how
crazy challenging it was going to be to try to
homeschool with a two year old in the mix, my husband (also led by the Spirit)
offered to help with our two year old on the days he didn’t have to work at the
hospital. So we get our
reading/phonics/spelling block done first thing in the morning while Val and
Silas do their own thing.
Because homeschooling is this hodge-podge of amazing and fun and awesome and challenging and hard and difficult moments, because homeschooling takes sacrifice and vision and investment, because there are days I feel like I am tapped out, because homeschooling is a dynamic, evolving experience within our family, I am grateful for the mantra God placed in my heart, “By my Spirit.” I honestly wouldn’t make it without that as my homeschooling paradigm.