We've now started our 5th year of school at home and looking back I can say that it's been very challenging.
There are so many times that I wanted to rip all of my hair out and then run from the house screaming! (I'm sure Nate has also had this feeling).
And then there are those times when he does something really amazing and I look at him with just a tiny bit of tears in my eyes and know that I taught him that. Not some stranger, me. I taught him to read and to love reading, I taught him how to count, and after many frustrations how to multiply, I taught him that AZ became a state on Valentine's Day in 1912.
Over these years I've also learned just as much as he has. Not only have I relearned so much History and Geography, Science, and Art that I'd forgotten but I've learned, (am learning), patience, that imperfection is not only ok but necessary and best left uncriticized (in fact, it should be praised), and that sometimes a soft voice and a short break are more important than anything that the lessons could teach.
People always say they don't know how/why I do it...
How can I not?
