I had had one of those mornings….
slow getting awake because the baby had woke several times during the night…
too many morning phone calls (I miss my caller ID!)…
spills and boo-boos galore….
a day where my “neat and tidy” routine gets ambushed a thousand ways.
Once upon a time this kind of day would make me question my whole existence as a homeschooling mother. These kinds of days have pushed many homeschoolers back into the conventional classroom.
But I have learned to stop…look closer….think…
Education is not a set of memorized facts, though facts may be a part of education.
Education is not boxed up in a classroom.
Education is whole, diverse and happens all the time.
Education is part academic and part life experience; the life part is equally important, if not more, according to Scripture. An interruption in our academic schedule does not stop our education.
My older children still did their “school work”–reading, math, grammar, etc., making good use of some travel time.
But they also learned flexibility in dealing with unexpected events in the day. They learned some background history as we listened to a Mozart CD and read the fabulous, accompanying insert about his life.
They learned that my favorite thing to do in the morning is snuggle them tightly, whispering how thankful I am for the gift of their lives.
They learned to quadruple a recipe we made to take to our volunteers at the job site.
They learned patience, tying a sister’s little shoe and helping her sound out her letters.
One that I whisked away with me on a quick errand learned how the huge conveyor belt coming down the mountain near the local cement plant brings rocks from the quarry–and why we hear dynamite blasts ever so often.
She also heard Dave Ramsey’s advice to a caller and asked me, “why does he hate credit cards?” “Well, let me explain…”
My son drank in the mechanics of my father’s newly-purchased saw mill (we’re cutting our wood for our houses from all the downed trees from the storm) when we visited the site for lunch.
One picture from our read-aloud-story sparked a 10-minute explanation about beavers.
And the thank you notes written to a friend afforded a spelling lesson or two. But more than that, it caused us to pause and let gratitude wash over our busy minds.
They learned that we fall to our knees in tears and beg our Heavenly Father to intercede on behalf of our dear friend who collapsed with brain bleeding at 24-weeks pregnant.
Education happens. An interrupted schedule isn’t cause to fret; the flexibility homeschooling provides gives me cause to rejoice as I look for ways to teach my children *wholly* among the imperfections of our day.
May God grant us eyes to see.
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