I've decided that I need to remember how I feel this week.
The pencils are new and freshly sharpened. The textbooks are crisp and clean. Papers and notebooks are all nestled snugly in their shelves.
Curriculum has been ordered and planned and thought over and prayed over.
I am ready for this upcoming school year.
The kids are excited too--they can't wait for the stories, the projects, a Medieval festival, math (yep, they love math!)
I am excited to help them learn more about spelling and God's creation and who He is and the history and geography of this world that we live in.
I can't wait to serve alongside my kids as we practice some of God's commands.
And I need to remember this feeling in January after days of air so cold your breath freezes at the thought of going outside but you're losing your mind from being caged in all day.
And when I hear about the super sweet projects their friends are doing in their own school classrooms.
And when I see the yellow bus drive by my house. . .and my kids are sitting at the table not doing their work.
I need to remember this enthusiasm and energy and desire to teach, and learn, and be together on the days when I just want to be left alone.
Because the new feeling inevitably wears off, the books get scuffed, the pencils break and the pencil sharpener is no where to be found. Because there are days that I forget that I feel called to this path, not forced on it.
So tonight, I will focus on remembering the wonderful parts of homeschooling. Because that is what makes this life so sweet.