• Oct. 16, 2007 - A few thoughts on SAHM's and homeschooling
So the girls and I went to this fall festival in our neighborhood the other night after a particularly harrowing day which included lost keys, a locked glovebox (no, the keys aren't inside) a near house fire (did you know it's not wise to leave grease on the stove?) an abscessed fire ant sting that looks suspiciously like a spider bite, etc etc etc. So anyway, we're at this party and inevitably the question comes up, "how are you" and I go into what's going on. What is their first response? "Katrina, WHY don't you put those kids in school?!" Do they not realize that would not be a help to me but SO much more of a stressor?! They just look at me like I'm an alien when I tell them that. To them, school is just something that you do--no reason to think about it or question it--you just do it.......You don't do research on who you are leaving your children in the care of.....you just do it and hope there are no problems. I'm sorry but that just does not work for me. I may be a bit of a control freak but goodness sakes, these sweet babies are given to me for such a short amount of time......you had better believe I'm going to be on top of them and what they are learning and who is teaching them. If they have a question about something that is a little "iffy", it's ME they go to. Noone else. Period. I love knowing what they are learning. I teach them the tough things because they are my kids and I know what they can and cannot handle at their innocent precious ages.
So my hands are awful. I have ragged nailbed and my nails are short from an annoying habit of biting them. My hair has sreaks of gray going through it from it just not being colored. Am I letting myself go? Heavens no....I get up daily and workout to keep my body and mind in shape. Do I have a spotless house? Well, no....I tell people, "It's not a pit--just lived in" We LIVE here. It's the house where we have laughter and love and yes, perhaps I have a bit of laundry needing to be put away and I'm inundated with those darned Abeka worksheets everywhere that I don't know what to do with but......when it's all said and done, at night I tuck my sweet babies into their beds just like my dad tucked me in when I was little. I kiss them and pray with them and talk to them for a bit......
And I can't imagine missing this for the world. :) |
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