The end of the spring semester in our home means the end of the homeschooling 'year'. (Although we don't really go by our local school schedule, we do follow a general college semester format) And for the first time in ten homeschooling years, I was feeling burnt. I mean really burnt. It's just been so much - the piano and choir, church and martial arts, theater and 4-H.  Let's not forget the lesson work. Each of our girls know that resposibilities come first. That means there's lots to get done each day before breakfast even happens.

And I can't help but wonder how (or why) I have let their 'stuff' take so much of my time and energy. Because all us moms know that having our children involved, no matter how much we pay someone else to teach or lead an activity, means we are also involved. It's more than driving time and gas. It's assisting the teacher, gettting the supplies our children need, and supporting them through every week of what they do.

But today as I sat at and listened to my daughters play at their piano recital I realized that this is not their day, it's mine. They know what they've done. They don't really care about showing everyone else, but they want to show ME. And I have the chance to see just how far down the road they really travelled this year, and I got to walk with them. Today, I felt truely blessed.

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