Some days I say there's no way I'll do this homeschooling thing again next year. Like parenthood, it's relentless. Some days I say there's no way I'll ever give it up.Wouldn't it be nice if life came to us in little boxes labeled "Stuff that will make you feel warm and fuzzy" and "Stuff that will make you throw things" and "Stuff that will make you want to drive to Mexico and live a life of anonymity selling corn tortillas"? I'd find that helpful.
But alas, life doesn't work this way, and homeschooling, like parenting, is part of my life. At least right now. And relentless though it may be, I really am enjoying this year.
How else would I know that Joshua is so curious and innovative and that Sam is such a history buff? How else would I hear all of their interesting takes on books we're reading? How would I hear them say "Mom! He said 'Pandora's Box!'" while listening to NPR in our rockin' dust covered minivan?
There were no discussions about literature and history last year. There was no reading for fun. What I saw coming home in their folders were poor representations of what was actually going on in their heads, and well, we just didn't have time to do more than the minimum requirements for every day.
I'm not saying this homeschooling thing has becoming a life calling for me, but there's a lot about it that fits in the warm and fuzzy box. And there are a few things that fit in the other two. I guess I'll just have to keep taking them as they come.

