Can you hear that, San Antonio? It's like the cold front last night brought in a sense of calm. It finally *feels* like the holidays are right around the corner, and I can feel that little "tickle" of anticipation starting to grow deep inside.
I know many families are traveling this week, but for us, it's business as (mostly) usual.
My husband works for a non-profit retirement community and doesn't get holidays off. We're okay with that, as long as they continue to be understanding that we'll be joining him in the dining room for lunch on Thanksgiving Day (and Christmas, too...)
Our homeschool group meets on Monday and then we have the entire month of December off. And even though we started Kindergarten on June 3rd, it doesn't seem possible that we're nearly half-way through the year already. I love the fresh starts that seem to come with every new week, every new month, every turn of the calendar.
Homeschooling is harder than I thought it would be.
Mostly just in the balance of living our life and doing our day, and oh yeah, it's 4:00 and we should probably get to today's lesson plans. So much of Kindergarten used to be life skills and playing (and it wasn't really that long ago) that I don't want to be bogged down with worksheets and "projects"...even though those things need to be done every once in a while. We're reading and singing and playing, and I hear a little voice pipe up from the backseat when I'm driving home from one.more.activity, "You know what, Mama? Two take away one is one!"
I'm thankful for her Sunday School teachers and the women who teach her on Tuesday mornings while Mama takes her two hours for herself and builds community with other women. I love it when SHE teaches me something and I get to ask, "Where did you learn that?!" Because it's hard being a mama/teacher and a daughter/student sometimes. It can be a lot of pressure. For both of us.
And there's laundry and an impish two year old that likes to take off her socks and shoes (and let's be honest, her clothes) right before we need to be out the door and these people expect to eat three times a day...
(My mom used to say, "HOW can you POSSIBLY be hungry! You just ate!" and I suppose I understand now that the food doesn't just magically appear on the table and the dishes don't do themselves.)
And my pile of books to read grows taller and my passion for teaching continues to burn quietly under all the other "stuff" that needs to be done. Balance. It's the hardest part of being a grown-up, I think.
In the days of constant social media and too-short conversations between friends, I just wanted to remind you that I am a Mama. I am a teacher. And under all of it, I am still just me.
Your turn! Talk back to me, now. Tell me a story. Ask a question. Share what you're struggling with or finally feeling like you're doing right...as a mama or as a teacher or as a person. Connect with me.
Still just me. <3