And I’m not referring to Ed Sheeran, although I do love that song…
It’s 10 pm and I have a dining table full of various versions of Canadian history curriculum. And spelling. And Kindergarten phonics. And a mind that just won’t stop. So I’ve loaded my oversize Wonder Woman mug with Earl Grey and honey and milk, and I plow ahead. I suppose writing my first blog post in 4 months is not the first priority at this point, but my fingers were tingling and who am I to hush them?
This homeschooling gig is hard. So much harder than I could ever have imagined. I have 9th grade education, and I admit it gives birth to so many doubts. How can I teach Jr High? And I hated Science/Social Studies in school; how am I qualified to teach those subjects? But then Sawyer learns to read small sentences: “The cat is at bat”. And then longer ones. And he’s only 5. And I grasp onto hope that we’ve got this in the bag.
How do moms do it all? Juggling 4 kids, 3 different sets of curriculum, and laundry, meals, the proper care and feeding of husbands. It’s such a tall order. If it weren’t for the conviction that God led us to this decision, I think it would feel impossible. Some days it honestly does. And I find I need to let go of my control again and lean into God. He’s got this.
My theme verse for life is, over and over and over again: