Every time I go on campus at the language school, a woman or two ask me this question. Moms who used to homeschool in the States, moms who will need to homeschool when they get to their fields of service, moms who have a mortal dread of homeschooling. So, I’ve thought about “how it’s going.” It’s going well.
Am I loving every minute of it? No. There are lots of these kinds of requests: “Please stay focused. Please finish your work. Please keep working. I want you to be finished by the time this timer goes off. Let’s look that up/ talk about that/ do that after this lesson.” We need to work on the independent learning part of homeschooling. There are lots of distractions. And yes, I get frustrated at times.
However, the parts where I am actively teaching them something (English, history, and Spanish) are pretty fun. Since we are all so interested in our own kids, it is fascinating to see how they learn and it’s thrilling to teach them something new or to see them understand for the first time how something works.
By God’s abundant grace, every single day something happens that makes me think, “See, this is why people love homeschooling.” One day we took a rabbit trail and looked up the Dead Sea, one day David caught up on sleep that he needed, one day we were nomads wandering around the park looking for food. These are things that couldn’t happen during traditional school and make the effort seem worthwhile.
Again, thanks to God’s grace, I am pretty content dropping out of the stimulating social and educational scene at school. I know that this is because He wants me here at home with these two boys. Here’s a sweet story that bears repeating: the other day we were walking to the frutería during a between-subjects break. As we walked by the school, you could hear that peculiar high-pitched cackling that is a gaggle of ladies together. David said, “There’s a party at school!” I looked at my watch and responded, “No, that’s just the beginning of ladies’ Bible study. They are getting their snacks and chatting before they hear the speaker.” David looked at the window, at the ground, then grabbed me round the waist. “I’m sorry you’re not able to go anymore, Mom.” I was able to tell him, honestly, that I was glad to be home with him and Peter. God is full of goodness.