Those days…the ones where you woke up a little heavy, still the world seemed bright outside your bedroom window. However, when you reached the kitchen, the littles were speaking thirty decibels louder than your head could manage. And you couldn’t shush long enough or loud enough to get anyone to stop talking long enough to find the bottle of advil.
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, or declare she can no longer read, compute basic calculations or spell three letter words without your help.
Those days…when you think, now why would I write a blog about capturing the charmed life when I know darn well that the idealism that wants to encourage the world can’t encourage herself to get to loving even THESE days?
“A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor” an old English proverb declares. Indeed. 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 there are no individualized manuals for this life. 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 that there will be larger gaps between those days.