We finished our first week today. Not without the normal highs and lows of course. But we finished, non-the-less. By the end we were getting the routine.
The kids are enjoying this new style, and Bill and I are loving being more a part of the learning process. We've had interesting discussions (in great detail, and with great enthusiasm) at the dinner table each night about the Spanish Armada and the Incan Indians, just to name a few. And there were plenty of grammar, science and math (shudder) questions. Fun to see the love of learning in action.
I found myself several times throughout the week remembering the days when I played school as a little girl. I loved a trip to Holcomb's, where I'd collect grade books and items for my imaginary classroom. I'm not pretending any more (and it's still fun!).
There's some adjusting to do, for sure. Everyone under one roof - all the time - creates an essential requirement for patience on the part of each of us (Mom's going to have to be deliberate about times of refreshment). It's fair to say this three-day weekend is a welcomed one. Our program has the kiddos working hard right from the start. They deserve it.
Fortunately, and once again, God provides wisdom in many counselors, and we are grateful to glean from the experience of others further along the path. My friend Heidi tells me Tuesday's are always the worst... one week down, and I'd have to agree. Does anyone else concur?
With a few days under our belts, my big lessons were about an even greater increase in planning, and a reminder not to panic over incidentals. And, while this is still so new, I can at least say I don't feel entirely green about homeschooling any more.
I guess I'm learing too:)
