Oh my! The school year is over. (By the way, we will probably school year-round with a lighter summer schedule.) Really? I didn’t notice. Haha. That’s normal, right? For a homeschooler?
So, here are the highlights of the year:
1. It didn’t look how I thought it would.
Not for the most part anyway. And if I held on any longer to how it should look, I wouldn’t do it another year. I had a planned curriculum, written out, neat and tidy, text books lined up under subjects galore, ideas and pictures in my head, blah, blah, blah.
The year came and went. I forgot about the written curriculum, went by what I saw my kids needed and God’s grace. The other day, looking through some stuff, I find the curriculum. Would you believe it if I told you we had covered every. Last. Textbook? Yup. Did it all. But not the way I had planned. Homeschooling is messy. Messier than I had thought.
2. School happened in the midst of life.
I had a baby this year. I also had to get tested twice a week for high blood pressure for eight weeks while pregnant. The kids went with me. God knows better than I do what they need to learn. Looking back now, I recognize those moments as pivotal in my daughter learning the beginning steps of obedience.
3. My kids learned all the time. Not just during school hours.
That’s a scary thought. I love and hate schedules. I love that they seem so controllable and the kids find then predictable but I also hate being an automaton. So although I like them I feel the need to break them. Unfortunately, if I break them too often I feel like I’m not doing enough when sometimes I’m not required to do much at all!
They’re not learning just when I’m teaching, they’re learning even when they’re playing. I know because I get the odd question (while I’m harried and crazy making dinner! Why is it always while I’m making dinner?) that tells me something has clicked into place!
4. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist but it does take energy.
Tons of it. And I can’t pour it all out either at the gym or in my social life or even in supposedly planning the perfect curriculum. It needs to be available for them, for teaching when they’re ready to soak it in.
5. I’m the teacher and the student.
This has perhaps been the hardest year spiritually speaking for me so far. God has broken my pride, bent me in ways I never thought possible. But I have seen more blessings than I can number. He has shown me His faithfulness. I have learned more patience, more mercy, more grace than I thought I could muster. I have learned how much my husband loves me. I have found out how much more my children can learn about loving each other if it is expected of them.
Today, my daughter recited Philippians 2:14 to me: “Do all things without murmurings and disputings.” Yeah.That reminded me, as it does, every time I’ve said it to her that I’m definitely the teacher and the student. Definitely.