Ever since I added home education into the mix, I have had a terrible time being able to accomplish all that I would LIKE to accomplish.
It concerns me that if phonics and simple math lessons seem to dictate the day, I wonder how it will be to add children and subjects to this mix?!? It is becoming more and more apparent to me just how much of a commitment is made when parents decide to educate their children at home. I also know, there is no more worthwhile pursuit of your time and energies. So homeschooling families are quickly earning my utmost respect.
That said, it is still frustrating when I want to pour out in type all that has been in my thoughts rolling around my head, I want to stitch all the projects laying in wait, I'd like to teach many more things to my children AND to myself, I'd love to be able to seek out beautiful photographs waiting to happen, and I CAN'T.
It doesn't help that most days I head to bed right after the kids because I am feeling ill. A constant feeling with Bunkin, and a new experience from my Boo and Peanut pregnancies.
I am fighting from feeling like a lazy bones, and I make myself sick with pining over my craft room (a room I haven't visited in ages...)
On the otherhand, my voice grows hoarse with story telling (and BOTH children are still unsatiated), puzzles pieces fly together, the rainforest is becoming not so much a mystery, the weather is being enjoyed to its fullest, Corynn is able to read the simplest BOB books (so progress IS being made), we are planting hope along with seeds and playing in the dirt, and have just completed our lunchtime Bible book and have started afresh.
So, in truth, our days are still filled with jewels and treasures, the children are being drowned with quality time and despite not using an actual 'book curriculum' for other subjects, the children are learning MORE than just phonics and math skills each and every day. If I sit and think about it, they are learning TREMENDOUSLY more than that!)
If, for a time, this blog suffers a bit, if my fabric stash doesn't dwindle, the crochet hook lacks it's trademark 'tink', and if I grow in wisdom quietly rather than sharing my thoughts, I'll still be better off-because Life just keeps happening and the truly important things ARE taking place.
Even if I can't adequately share it with the world.