Homeschooling is hard.
No, scratch that. Homeschooling is beyond hard. Some days homeschooling is near impossible.
I'll bet you already knew that didn't you?
Yes, we all do…but yet, we never want to talk about it.
Let me tell you a true story that I wish was fiction.
You know the type of day that leaves you locked in the bathroom with a cup of cold coffee sending up prayers of desperation while counting down the hours until your
reinforcements spouse arrives home….only to realize that isn't even 11am yet??
That, my friends, is how four out of five days of the first week of our sixth year of homeschooling started for me.
Yes, you read that right. Our sixth year. We aren't newbies. I should have my act together by now.
I thought I had an excellent plan for our first week. It included lessons I've learned the past few years like:
- making the first day fun,
- not tackling every subject the first week,
- and easing our way in.
You would think at this point, my children would understand that no matter how much they whine and cry about it, we must do math.
You would think by now I would realize that a few bad days don't make me a horrible homeschooling mother.
But yet, I'm still here, locked in the bathroom trying hard to convince myself that the big yellow bus that drives past my house two times a day five days a week really is not mocking me.
You see, no one ever tells you how hard homeschooling really is. I don't think it's because they're trying to hide it from you. I really don't think homeschooling moms are out to deceive one another. I really think it's almost like how a mom forgets the pain of labor because she sees the beautiful fruits of her labor when she lays eyes on her child.
Homeschooling moms are blessed with a grace that helps them to shake off the previous day, and continue on this journey, not because they necessarily want to, make no mistake about that…. This week alone, I've said “I don't want to do this anymore” at least once each day.
So why do we do it? Is this some cruel joke we play on ourselves? Is it the result of some sort of mental condition in which we like inflicting pain and stress on ourselves? Is it pride?
No. I believe it is something more.