Last night, I made a plan. It wasn’t a strict schedule, but a rough outline of what I thought could be a fruitful day while squeezing in a multitude of things. Really, it was like four things but for this girl who finds comfort in empty calendars, multitude fits.
-Exercise (walk to grocery store)
-Prep and load the crock pot for guests coming for dinner
-Get kids to park (we are 2nd floor apartment dwellers surrounded by parking lot so this is
rarely as simple as just popping outside for a while)
-Discipleship time with a sweet friend
-Get oldest to gymnastics
-Spend time with guests
-Oh, AND SCHOOL!
Maybe it was more than four but it still felt like it should be do-able for a stay-at-home-homeschooling mama. However, panic mode was creeping in this morning shortly after my quiet time of reading Colossians 1 ended (#irony) and I really didn’t see how it would all fit. And guess what?
Thankfully my friend is gracious and flexible and we rearranged to make the day a little more workable, we kept the grocery run closer to home, went to a smaller park near the store, and I decided that since we have the flexibility and my husband has a work day this weekend, today may be the day off and Saturday may be better for more structured learning time.
We hit the park and this happened:
along with a deep cleansing breath of rest. Ahhhhhhhh…
I’m joining a group that’s discussing the book A Charlotte Mason Education by Catherine Levison so that was the starter. While the natural part of me feels like it’s the learning and teaching I was made for, the trained teacher part of me says, ‘Really?’ So I’m reading it, my husband’s reading it, and there’s confidence that we’ll find a helpful balance for our little family. One part was both a comfort and a bit of a rear-end kicker on this particular day:
Some of you are in the fast lane, way over the speed limit. You’re racing past the beauty and maybe even heading for a collision-perhaps facing burnout. Others of you have been in the rest area way too long. Please try. Please get back into the car; you can take the slow lane and enjoy yourself.
I considered powering through the day. Forcing some subject just so we ‘did school’ and there would be something useful and schooly to post here. And then my mind filled with visions of yelling and frustration and bickering and the exact kind of environment we’re trying to avoid. I know there may be days ahead when things simply need to get done, but we’re two weeks in and my daughter is six. Fall is closing in and soon there will be plenty of long cold days perfect for blankets, books, and games to keep us sane as winter passes.
I’m in the slow lane friends, and I like it here. It’s why we made this choice in the first place. Today was a pit stop, a wayside, and tomorrow we hit the trail again…