2008-04-1
Bad Homeschool Days are like Giving Birth
Children refusing to cooperate shower me with tears and pelt me with complaints. Some days distractions swallow every plan, or we work on nothing but attitudes. Bug mopes in his room. Sweet Pea sobs at the doorway. And Sunshine plays hide and seek, except I didn’t ask to play. Where is that child? I find her in the bathroom painting her toenails with mascara. I want to scream. I want to quit, but quit what?
I cannot stop being a parent. I cannot stop loving my children. Yes, my oldest could attend school. That has been suggested by well-meaning family and even by my son, but would that bring resolution? Our time would be more compressed, and character issues are not erased by trading one circumstance for another. There is no utopia.
Perhaps the only solution is to endure for the joy set before me. The joy of reasoning with my children. The joy of seeing them grow in wisdom. The joy of learning love through suffering.
After a terrible, no good, very bad day, the uneasy dread of the experience stays with me, but spiteful words and specific instances are harder to retrieve from my memory. Bad homeschool days are like giving birth. Once you behold the result of the effort, the pain fades.
Find out more about the Challenges of Homeschool at Home Education Week
Related posts:




