Homeschool has all the freedoms. Except for those days.
Those days…the ones where you woke up a little heavy. The world outside our wintery world is dreary. When you reached the kitchen, the littles were speaking thirty decibels louder than you need. And you can’t find the Advil bottle.
Those days…when it doesn’t matter what you to do to quell that child, she wants to challenge everything you say, report everything her sibling is doing wrong, declare she can no longer read, she can’t compute basic calculations or spell three letter words.
Those days…when you think, why would I write a blog about titled ‘capturing the charmed life’ when I know darn well that that idealism doesn’t exist. That though I want to encourage the world to appreciate these days, I can’t get to loving these days either?
But how does one learn life’s lessons without a few challenges? This kind of freedom doesn’t come for free.
This kind of freedom is earned through hard work, mostly work of the interior. There’s no manual for parenting, no manual for home educating (okay, actually there are, but when you’ve bought enough of them, you know there’s no one ideal manual).
So I’ll continue to determine what I need, what my kids need, what I don’t need, what they don’t need, what we were meant to be and do, and keep on keeping on so we’ll learn what we need to learn so we have fewer of those days.