The mornings in Pottsville are chilly again. I wrap Tobias in a blanket, and walk out the door. Heavy dew and a crisp nip in the air greet me as we walk the dog. I breathe in the smell of fall...the coldness, the faint smell of rotting leaves. The sun is coming up, and soon our busy day will begin.
The kids are allowed downstairs at 7:30. That buys me enough time to prep their breakfasts. We'll be moving at full tilt until homeschool is done for the day. No chance to rest until then, and that's just fine by me.
Homeschooling was never my plan. But, once we decided it was what I needed to do for our family, it has become my passion. I revel in the lesson plans, the bulletin boards, the craft supplies...maybe it's the smell or the colors. Mostly though, I find satisfaction in watching my children learn and grow together.
Our cozy, third floor schoolroom looks over our part of the city, out to the large hills beyond. Up here, the world can wait. Up here, we focus on what we want to learn. Up here, there's always time for a quick break, one more book, or another question. It's not perfect...there's the occasional cranky kid, silly tussle, or pouting over an assignment...but it's ours, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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