There have been times over these past two years of "official" homeschooling that my husband and I wonder what our son is thinking.  What is he processing?  Does he listen?  We got some answers to those questions the other day.  Many days are filled with 'isms' from our son, but on this particular day, we were literally blown away with what he was thinking.
Scenario....We were eating out, yet again.  I know, bad Mommy, bad Mommy.  Maybe one day I will cook more than 3 meals a week at home again.  This week is not that week.  Probably not next week either.    While we finishing up, we were just discussing the day and having the usual family banter.  DS suddenly says, "You know, I have been thinking about God's love."  He takes a few bites more of food, drinks a long drink and then proceeds.  He says," God's love is kind of like a tire.  You know, when it is full of air, the tire can be used and take you places.  Like we have to be filled with God's love to go anywhere.  A flat tire is like satan.  A flat tire causes you more trouble and doesn't do a thing for you.  Plus, there isn't anything in there." 
He then proceeds to talk more.  He says, "It is kind of like a tree.  If it is planted by water, it can grow and get bigger and bigger.  But a tree that doesn't have enough water, just plain dies."  WOW!
I think we were stunned for a bit.  I mean, at an age when they are more concrete in their processes, that he broke something down into terms like that.  He basically made an analogy.  On his own!   We asked if the tire and tree were us as humans and he said, "Yeah, pretty much."  

Interesting.  You just never know what is going on in their minds sometimes and then you have this pearl dropped into your lap.  I guess that even though some mornings during our Bible readings, he just plain seems to be a million miles away, he is listening.  I think I get the full sense of the privilege and full pleasure of homeschooling him at times like that.  There are times when I am just so tired from life alone, that schooling seems overwhelming.  Then, God recharges me in a moment that started as seemingly nothing special.  Again, I say, I love homeschooling our son.  I love having him around.  I love sharing each day with him.  Even when the day is like today and we do nothing but clean bathrooms (I know, excitement abounds here), we are together.  The talks we have while I train him to do his work well and work together, side-by-side is priceless.  This military life may have it's tiresome days, with another move coming, etc., but I sure wouldn't want my life to have gone any other way.  I do love spending this time with our son.  Though he is only 7, I realize that he will, too soon for us, be leaving the nest.  I thank God that I can be there for each day.