Well, we’ve made it through two full weeks of school since the New Year. I feel so privileged to be a mom able to stay home with two of our boys to oversee their education. Though, as many teachers could testify, there are days that will test ones ability to remain patient, kind, loving, or for that matter…civil in any sense of the word. Since I endeavor to teach our kids these things as well as hard facts in books having two weeks of trying days has put me to the test.
After a Christmas break full of activities, sugar in excess, and new things to play with it has been so hard to get back in a routine. I spend at least thirty minutes each morning encouraging the brain activity of a third grader. Its like priming a very slow pump on a cold morning. Not to make it sound like he is not bright, he is just going in every direction except toward his stack of books and pencils.
Today has begun this way. Again. It is now going on eleven am-with only one subject two pages in length today to show for it. While it sounds like I am complaining I truly am not. It’s just been hard to re-engage. A freedom in homeschooling is that when I see that something isn’t working we can unplug, breathe, then begin afresh. There aren’t multiple students to keep up with. On days like today I’m thankful that we have the freedom to stop everything for a look at the falling snow. He also doesn’t realize the entire county has a snow day today while he does not. Its too yucky out to play in it anyway so why tell him? I’ll give him a perfectly beautiful day to play instead….because I can. Our year should be finished in May this way- when all of the frogs, birds, and a yard full of muddy grass reappear. These are things an 8 year old boy thrive on. Besides, we are taking Monday for a field trip outing. Henry Ford Museum offers free admission in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. day and its a great place to visit. We will wander aisles of history that thoughtful people have preserved for our future. I get to be a parent chaperone and a teacher at the same time. Its a pretty cool thing to be able to show my son the theater seat Abraham Lincoln was sitting in when assassinated. Rather than words in black and white history is alive in full color. I see it in his eyes.
When brain waves appear to be unmoving on a day like today I have peace knowing God made us each to learn in different ways at different rates. We are not ahead or behind. Hopefully we are learning in ways in which he will remember things far into his future rather than forgetting them the moment they’re scratched on a paper.
Happy Snow Day everyone. We will be catching up with you later!