When the Handsome Honey and I were engaged we were chatting about kids.
I remember quite vividly - I was wearing a favourite blue cardigan (nothing much changes!)
I said to him "So, when we have kids I hope you don't think I will be homeschooling. I won't be. Its weird"
My Honey says sometimes I have a tendency to being 'strongly definitive'!
So.... fast forward a couple of years.
I am in bed with a 3 day old baby in my arms, crying my eyes out.
The Handsome Honey walks in
"What's wrong?" he asked
"I can't send her to school! I can't have anyone else having more time with her than me! We have to homeschool!!!"
That's it. That's my reason for homeschooling.
Fast forward 8 years.
I've spent the morning with my kids doing inductive Bible study, astronomy, ratios and fractions,
cursive writing, puzzles and laundry folding (not officially a school subject but we might call it 'technology')
I've chastened, tickled, hugged and disciplined.
We've talked food, books, Lightening McQueen and popcorn. Salvation, forgiveness, Light and Dark.
Jam sandwiches, pasta and veges simmering.
Milo with sugar, with hot water and without.
Missed friends and hard math problems.
S's that look like snakes and 4's that seem to prefer being written backwards.
Baking and cookie dough, mixing and messing.
Time for one in a bedroom, snuck away to write her journal,
others in the playhouse willing the rain to stop while looking longingly at the trampoline
And others content for crumbs.
Is it weird? I guess maybe to the naive and empty arms of the '13 years ago me' it was.
Just contented sigh-ingly lovely.