Three more days until CC orientation and my quiet life in jammies all day with the kids is altered forever. I live in routine, you might say I thrive in it. Always the planner, always knowing what is coming up next. And I am raising three routine gluttons. My oldest can hardly make it through an activity without either asking "what next?" or giving everyone in the room a point by point analysis of the remaining hours of the day. But thus far my routine has been simple, quiet, at home.
The new plan has been spelled out carefully, painstakingly, lovingly in my homeschool planner. In pencil. See, I know that the coming year cannot be inked in anywhere. How quickly will Claire breeze through this reading program? Much too quickly, I am thinking, but the math may keep her attention. When will I fit in time for dishes, laundry, cooking gluten free bread? I have literally scheduled Buddy's potty training when it is most convenient for me during the school break, but will he even be interested or capable then? (Please, Lord, let that answer be yes!) When Evie Jane is four will she suddenly decide to be too old for childcare, and if so where will I find the tuition money to send her to class during CC?
So many variables, and yet one amazing constant and the foundation of it all. I know that God has called me to homeschool my children. I don't have to pencil that in. I am not homeschooling out of a knee jerk reaction to the crumbling standards of public education, or because the city just rezoned our district, or because I can't afford private school, or because I don't want to go back to work. I am homeschooling because God clearly directed Geoff and I to choose this path for our family. And I'm excited!
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