There certainly are all of those times. I will get to them, complete with hilarious stories (at least, I think they are hilarious...you may not agree...but, whatever). However, I will not get to them today. Today I am going to talk about a different part of homeschooling than I planned to be blogging about.
But it's a part of homeschooling that has become inseparable from our experience this autumn.
Maybe it will be a part of yours someday, too.
Sometimes homeschooling means learning that reading, writing, and arithmetic aren't nearly as important as this:
Because in the end, it doesn't matter how much you know, how young you were when you began to read fluently or even how many languages you can speak. What truly matters in how well you love. How you care for others when they are in need. What truly matters is people.
Sometimes homeschooling isn't learning about Christopher Columbus. Sometimes homeschooling is learning big words like "cancer." Sometimes homeschooling is learning what it means to die. And what that means for those who are still alive.
Sometimes homeschooling is taking an early and extended Fall Break so you can spend several hours every day at a hospice house sitting quietly by family and friends.
Sometimes homeschooling is watching too much TV because Mommy needs to go into the other room and
cry, scream, get herself together, write a blog post, process her emotions.
Sometimes homeschooling is learning that, although we are sad to be losing a beloved family member, "we do not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep" (1 Thessalonians 4:13-14).