Two weeks ago, we started lessons ready or not. The important things were ready. Curriculum had been chosen and ordered. My children were begging to get started. My heart was prayerful.
There are still piles of work from last year that have yet to be put away and some of the bookshelves are a mess, but this year I just couldn’t wait until everything was organized.
Other moms were counting on me.
7th grade history was the most difficult subject for me to choose this year. The mountains of high school cast a creeping shadow over my plans. It felt like I was taking those first faltering steps into homeschooling all over again.
Here I found a couple friends ready to climb the foothills of middle school with me. We’re helping each other up by splitting up lesson planning.
I’m planning art. Dana is working on science. And Barb is putting together history.
I haven’t met these amazing ladies in person. We are scattered across three time zones, but we are joined by a love for our children, a common educational philosophy, and a devotion to our Savior.
The internet is simply our tool. My email is filling up with wonderful lessons and interesting websites to explore. We chat about our day and our children’s response to the lessons, and I find myself enjoying the accountability.
Projects are so easy for me to drop when we get busy, but now I know other families are taking the time to create hieroglyphics. The pressure to give my children the same opportunity compels me to purchase clay and slip it in my children’s workboxes (more on that later).
We’re already running a bit behind, but the point is, we are actually running. The climb is only made better with friends.