The Worst Homeschool Day

It had been one of those days..... It was only  Tuesday , but already the week seemed long.  It seemed like everything was going wrong.  My daughter was having one of her bad days.  That meant she couldn't pay attention for two seconds  - let alone concentrate on an assignment.  The new concept in math had been far beyond her comprehension.  A brief writing assignment in English had reduced my son to tears. I had done nothing but nag and coax all morning. It was nearly noon and I hadn't done any housework. Here it was time for lunch and the dishes from yesterday's lunch were still in the sink. When would I ever find time to start my To Do list? I continued to struggle with my attitude. I wondered  why we homeschool. Why did we have to try so hard and struggle through life?  I was tempted to fantasize about dropping the kids off at school.  Let someone else struggle with them while I went off to a job that actually paid real money. That evening God answered my questions.  My daughter came to me in tears. She climbed up in my lap and poured out her heart to me.  She wanted godly counsel and she asked me for it.  Me! The one who had nagged her and hassled her all day.  The one who hadn't done the dishes or cleaned the house. She is eight now and I know these tender teaching moments must become more rare as she matures.  But this night I held her tight and thanked God for opening my eyes.  You see, homeschool isn't always about history facts and grammar rules. It is about being present for my children and giving them godly instruction. While I am teaching math facts and grammar rules my kids are learning so much more.