Today I’ve got a fellow all boy mama sharing her homeschool mom confession! Lara from Lara’s Place and a Cup of Grace is here today sharing her thoughts on homeschooling her two adorable little boys.
Grab a cup of coffee and stick around!
We have a lot of fun in our homeschooling. We generally get along pretty well. My boys are active and a bit mischievous, as precious 2 and 4-going-on-14 year olds should be. Most days are great. Then one of those days, weeks, seasons, happens upon like a LEGO in the foot in the middle of the night. Ouch.
Sometimes homeschooling is hard. Sometimes raising brothers is hard. Sometimes being tired from too many nights of teething is down right difficult. And sometimes, I want to quit. I want to call the preschool, flag down the yellow bus, and start browsing the classifieds. I’m sure you never feel this way, but just in case . . .
Let’s say you’re having a decent morning. Coffee in hand and sitter on the couch, you run off to the chiropractor. After an overdue adjustment and some Advil, you get the grocery shopping done all by yourself, and you know that’s like a vacation for a mom, then head home to fix lunch now that there’s food again. (Am I the only one with teenage appetites in toddler sized hollow-legged boys?)
You enter to find the toddler asleep. Every game you own strewn across the floor mixed in with the entire 47.6 pounds of DUPLO blocks you keep in a crate. The preschooler playing quietly in the schoolroom. With the door closed. The sitter leaves and you haven’t even unloaded the car, but your mama-siren is going full force to check and see why it’s so quiet. And you open the door to . . . Holy cheese, who’s gonna clean all this up?!?!
Somehow Mr. 4-going-on-14 accessed the nets to the fish tanks. And moved all but two guppies (he even moved the 8+ fry and the algae eater, y’all!) from the 10 gallon, with their plants, to the 1 gallon where his very first-must-have-been-lonely beta named Fish lives. And he’s so proud. And the shelves and books and toys are all covered in droplets of fish-water. The carpet is puddled.
In the middle of trying to clean up this hypothetical-ish mess, as you are frantically pulling paper towels down to try and get the fish-water our of the carpet before you are stuck with a school room that smells like, well, fish-water, the paper towel holder snaps off and the roll of paper towels and shattered plastic fall to the floor along with your sanity. When these days strike, I figure you have 3 choices:
- Lose it. You’ve had a bad experience, your patience has been tried, and this last straw is it. But this response is not usually very productive and leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and children who have hurt feelings and bruised hearts.
- Quit. Yep, give up. Find something new. Send the kids off to daycare or school and get your me time back. No more crazy big messes. No more arguing. No more having to cook all day every day. Your house might actually get clean. Sounds pretty good. Till you remember all the reasons, including your unbelievable gut-wrenching love for these precious mess-makers, that you chose to stay home with them in the first place.
- Laugh. Laugh until you cry, or do them together as that’s often better than therapy on these days. Say a quick prayer for grace. Receive it and give it. Show your little ones (even when they aren’t so little and the mess is much bigger, like a dented fender with an insurance increase) how to take care of the situation and help them understand what a wiser decision might have been. Reassure them that they are loved, and remember that you are, too, by One who will give you the grace and strength you need for the season you are in.
My second confession is that sometimes we do quit on days like this. We throw out the day’s “plan” and go have fun. Outside, watching a movie, playing a game, whatever it takes for us all to get out the extra energy and decompress. And that’s OK, too. Even after laughing it off with lot’s of grace some days just aren’t worth pushing through at the expense of your children and your relationship with them. So tell me, what do you do when your paper towel holder breaks? 😉 I’m Lara, a sinner saved by grace, wife and help-meet to my best friend, John, and homeschooling mama to two bouncing (literally) boys, Teddy and Frederick. Hot tea, good conversations and dark chocolate are some of my favorite things. Grab your favorite mug and join us on our adventures at Lara’s Place and a Cup of Grace where we discuss homeschool, family, faith, and Apraxia of Speech. You can also tag along on Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest. [poll id=”2″]
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