Today was turn-in…that other “time of the month” when I can become stressed for no reason apparent to anyone but me. This time was different. I started earlier—preparing that is. And for the first time, I actually understood what was expected of me (because I finally listened…ferreted better…got it). And so, when I arrived to meet with T’s teacher, I felt good—unflustered, prepared. I had worked hard for this lack of stress…for this easy turn-in. Funny, though, for as much as I worry about getting the papers right, our teacher is concerned more with how we are doing…and infinitely more interested in giving us her warm attention and then her praise. This is a homeschool mom’s dream…to get there with all you’ve done and haven’t done and realize that not only is it “good enough”—it’s great!
Fourteen months in (despite any doubts I harbored about being able to do this) and my son is reading, writing, exploring, growing, pushing back (of course), yet thriving in ways I would never have known had we not taken this path—the path that seems, after all, what is best for him…and certainly, for me as well.
I am learning how to focus and finish, despite what the house looks like.
I am learning how to re-adjust, despite what perfect plans I had for our day.
I am learning how to persevere, even when things look bleak or bleary.
I am learning how to relax instead of stress.
I am learning that all good things take time
that I can’t do everything
and that today, like every other day, is good and perfect just as it is…
gotta run…someone’s having a tantrum…breathe…just breathe…