Let me start by saying this: I love homeschool.
Life has not proceeded the way I had hoped this year. Ever since Cooper was about three months old, the days have become more and more difficult for various reasons. Everything has suffered because of matters both in and out of my control. I spend many of my days feeling quite defeated and discouraged. When I look at the litany of problems, they seem overwhelming.
The laundry piles up every week.
The house is dirty way beyond my comfort level.
There is no food in the kitchen. There is no menu. There is no time for shopping or menu planning. There is no time or desire to cook. Yet, everyone always want to eat.
We haven’t studied any history, piano and preschool are history, RE is restricted to Sunday school, and science consists of Bill Nye videos.
It would be an absolute lie to say that I have not thought more than once that Alex would be better off in public school this year. But then I consider the option not as one of defeat, but one of actual consequence. Would he really be better off? Would carting kids back and forth every day really make this season in life easier?
In honesty, Alex’s skills are truly not progressing as fast as last year. But they are progressing, especially math and spelling. He still has an insatiable zeal for learning. He still devours books when I provide them. He still likes school…and his teacher.
As difficult as this has been so far, I believe home is still the best place for him. And I knew this day would come. Seasoned homeschoolers will always be there to give you the cold, hard truth that not every day, month, or even year of this journey will be easy. While I still can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, I know there will be easier times ahead. So we forge ever onward, seeking God’s grace and maybe a nap.