Opportunities to connect with new families are always welcome! Today, I get to meet some awesome new people over at Vibrant Homeschooling!
In my guest post, I’m completely transparent about a struggle I faced when my kids were very young. I share how hard days sometimes got to me, but how they also taught me valuable lessons about my kids, our homeschool, and (perhaps most importantly) about myself.
Here’s a preview of the article, but make sure to read the ENTIRE ARTICLE, so you don’t miss the ending…
It was a rainy morning, the third in three days.
And though I dreamt of sipping hot cocoa and playing with the boys in their blanket fort all day, I found myself piling three wriggly uncooperative children into a minivan and heading off to the library instead.
My feelings weren’t because I thought the activity would be unpleasant. Actually, I thought it was going to be epic.
I knew this, because I had organized the class myself. Not only had I made sure it would be taught by the most knowledgeable person in the state, but I had been careful to specifically request live specimens (not those phony plastic models), periods of learning for every different age group, printed take-home activities and web links, and generally a program I could be proud of.
Yet, for some reason, I didn’t want to go. The day was gloomy and the blanket fort was calling. I could just tell my kids weren’t up for another day on the town.
Without getting into ugly details, let me just say my instincts were spot on that day. Indeed staying home would have been the better option.
Because the enormous headache and stained jersey I came home with was eclipsed in much greater proportion by the display my kids put on at the library. And if their antics and attitudes and complete lack of interest and total lack of participation weren’t already enough to reveal what a parenting failure I was, I proceeded to have a mini melt-down myself…