I'm not going to lie to you ... I'm scared. Scared to death of a 7 year old and a 5 year old. Scared that on our first day of home-educating, they'll look at me and without words communicate complete disappointment that this isn't the same as what they've already had in public school. That they miss their friends, think I'm not like "the other teachers" they've had, or worse yet - had more fun at School.
I've been in education for a long time and never have I had butterflies prior to a school year starting as I do now. Silly, perhaps. But true.
My husband keeps telling me how great we'll all be ... how I should relax more than I am. And he's probably right. What I haven't been able to communicate is this deeply-rooted fear that I can't pull this off. That my character ... my utter lack of patience and ongoing selfishness ... will cause the whole thing to implode.
But by God's grace, we can try ... and that is enough for me.
The girls are thrilled and keep sneaking into the "schoolroom" to check out their new books. Sit in a donated school desk. Play "school". I pray the year ahead is everything they imagine it to be, and everything they can't even dream of ...
We're all going to learn so much!