We homeschool around here but, shhhhhhh, don’t tell anyone. ‘Cause then they might swing by expecting to see little desks lined up and a teacher with her stuff together.
And I really hate disappointing people.
Our homeschool reality sometimes looks a little more like that ‘Daddy Daycare’ movie I saw eons ago. With maybe a pinch less chaos. Depending on the day, of course.
Because we do real life around here. Which includes kids who detest math, babies who detest being quiet and preschoolers who think about food from the time their feet hit the floor in the morning. Only not exactly *that* food you made right there, mama.
And a real-life homeschool day around here also includes a whole lot of grace. For mom and from mom. Because, seriously, we’d be a mess without it.
So when you see us piled onto the couches (and the floor, because well…the couches only hold about 6 and we’re 10) in the morning and I pull out my basket of books and flash cards and the Bible that gets our school day in high gear, you won’t see perfection. You won’t see great posture and you probably won’t see great attitudes every morning. But you will see a family huddled together, backs to the world for just a few moments, as we seek and search and find so that maybe…just maybe…the lessons of tomorrow will come a little easier.
And that, my good friends, is something we can all do, no matter how we choose to school.