Keys to homeschooling (well, keys to the home anyway)
Back in the ancient history of eight years ago, I didn't have a cellphone, but there was a pay phone down the street. (Remember pay phones?) I called my husband at work and asked him to please bring his keys to me so I could take the kids inside for lunch and a nap.
It was only a few minutes later when my husband arrived with not only his keys, but my keys as well. He rode his bike home through the park and found my keys in the garden.
I don't tell this story to remind myself how ditzy I can be. If I wanted to do that, I'd tell the story about the time I lost my keys and retraced my steps for three days looking for them before finally asking the super to change the locks on our door. The next day I discovered the keys stuck in the lining of my purse - the purse I had been carrying around for three days looking for my keys.
Instead, I tell this story to remind myself that I live in a great neighborhood with beautiful parks within walking distance. I think of that summer day locked out of my apartment to remember that my husband's workplace is close enough to home that he can answer my calls of distress, easily join us for lunch during the day, and arrive home after work at an early hour with enough energy to be active with the kids. I tell the story because it makes me happy that my husband likes to help me. I have it good - and I need to remind myself that.
There are some really cool things going on all over the city and some wonderful places to be with other homeschoolers - all of them are temptations, but I moved to this specific neighborhood because I like it and want to spend time in it. I married a guy I really like to be with, and when I arrive home exhausted from an overscheduled day, I'm not at my best for him. The feeling I get from rushing around isn't what I had in mind when I decided to homeschool.
I see my kids growing quickly. I want them out in the world, making discoveries on their own and living active lives - of course I want that for them now and in the future. But I also want them to learn in their childhoods that life can be sweet when it's lived slowly.
Drawing: A sketch I made last spring of a favorite tree in a nearby park. I missed the full bloom last year and settled for drawing a flower past it's prime. This year, with a decluttered calendar, I have the time to watch the tree more often and I hope to enjoy all the stages of its bloom. And, I have the time to watch my kids in their stages, too. Life is good.
Photo: Catkins this spring in the park.