I’ve needed a “moment” quite regularly lately. So much so that Molly has adopted this saying…”I feel a break down coming on.” A-hem. I have no idea who she picked that up from!
Anyway, tonight Josh took the kids out of the house (which is totally weird on a Saturday night…we are usually right here in the house, in the bed at this hour each Saturday night of the past 15 years, give or take a few, because of Sunday School responsibilities), so I did some rearranging to get a little more organized for the move. And with all the quietness around here, the empty school room prompted my need for a “moment.”
These doors have led into and out of the school room for many years. Not every bit of learning happened in this little room, but much of it did! Before it was a school room it was a play room for the little toddlers that overtook our home for a few years.
Boy, oh boy, I remember them at this age like it was yesterday! Pajama days happened way more often than I am willing to admit. But we were surviving, people. Surviving the crazy. And I am so thankful I was here for all of it.
I remember the year we put this pitiful tree in the play room so that the kids could put their home made decorations on it. I mean, they could get overlooked if they were on my tree in the living room.
Looks like another pajama day. They were singing “O Christmas Tree.”
Schooling the kids at home is not easy. I do enjoy it, and I know I am supposed to do it this way. But it comes with its challenges. I told the kids that starting in a few weeks they are going to get flashbacks from the book MISS NELSON IS MISSING. They are going to wonder where their laid back, patient Mama went. I am ready to whip these children into shape. We must get back into our routine!!! I can’t take limbo very much longer. And if one more kid huffs when I suggest reading a book to pass the time, I am going to strangle someone. Ok, obviously I just had another “moment,” so let me get back to the positive moment I was intending to have.
We have had fun times in this little room.
That is the solar system all across the back on the room hanging up. And then that whole wall on the right was filled with art work and charts and test schedules. And now it is all gone. Boo-hoo.
Learning sight words in Snow White heels…whatever it takes!
And then I found this precious memory of Mack learning to read in our little school room.
When he asks “Can you send it to Dad?” Oh, be still my heart.
We won’t be schooling in this school room here on Towey Trail, but, wow, we’ve made some memories here. Lots of learning, growing, stretching, and enduring…for them and for me…throughout our time here. I wouldn’t trade those days for anything in the world. There are moments I doubt this path the Lord has us on with home schooling, but looking back and having all these memories in my heart of time together, I wouldn’t trade those days for anything in the world. It gives me encouragement to press on and give these next nine or so years all I have in educating the kids and maximizing the time the Lord gives us together! It really does go by so fast.
