This morning I wanted to put on a tennis outfit, get in my BMW, drop the kids at private school, and head to the gym. Problem is, I don’t play tennis, own a BMW, or have anyone enrolled anywhere. For the gym membership? I quit this past year on New Years Day ( a story for another time).
The real cause of this morning’s whiny fit was due to the fact that I am on the tail end of a move. It really seemed so simple to move a family of 6. Fun and exciting, right? Here I am about 10 weeks later absolutely exhausted and struggling to regain a schedule to complete our last quarter of the school year. Happy as can be, but exhausted.
Truth is, I would rather decorate my new house then review math facts. You know what else? I would rather sit for hours on end and look at all the shiny new options for next year’s curriculum! I am suffering from spring allergies, recovering from a long and annoying cold, and my head is not in the game. My head is in the “let’s find some old beat up furniture and refinish it for the new school room” game, and that is one game that I just don’t have time to play right now.
In our new home, we have chosen to convert the oversized garage to a school room, art room, music room, and general bonus room. It is doable, but realistically is not going to be all settled in until probably the end of summer. A tight budget is requiring stalking Craig’s list for multiple area rugs, more bookshelves, and some fabulous vintage theatre seating I just acquired tonight for next to nothing. Basically anything to deter the garage feel of a garage.
SO, why am I telling you all of this?
When I first started homeschooling, I had the notion that I was going to keep home and school separate. We would have start and stop times and that was just going to be that. I find this to be a dreamy and yet somewhat unrealistic possibility. Why? Because there are little things like dentist appointments, doctor appointments, previous landlords trying to steal your security deposit, sickness, toddlers, moves, pregnancies, husbands who need their wallets brought to the office, and days you run out of toilet paper because you thought there was just one more pack somewhere in a moving box.
I have learned a lot in our four years of homeschooling.
Perhaps the most important, is that this fabulous gift we have chosen in home education is different than education in the classroom. It is woven into the existence of the beautiful and the sometimes very full life that we already lead. Our job as homeschool moms is to orchestrate our days in one of the most difficult and complex balancing acts that I have ever known. I can’t stop the kid’s learning because the school table needs refinishing anymore than I can ignore a move to learn about the civil war. Somehow we have to do both. Sick, post move, or otherwise.
I am reminded of this again as I put my big girl panties on and through sheer discipline restart our 4th and final quarter of the school year.
Life happens. Learning happens. They really can’t be independent of each other.
They are woven together through God’s strength and creativity. They mesh best some days with a fresh perspective. We need to remember why we are putting in this time to this call and how Jesus equips those He calls. He created 24 hours in a day and that is enough. We can do it all. Maybe not all we want to, but rather what we need to.
It is hard, doable, exhausting, and beautiful.
Summer is almost here. Let’s finish well, my friends.