So today was our first day of being quasi-quarantined. The first Monday back from Spring Break and they should have been going to school to return to normal, but it did not happen. Not only did “normal” not return but I am home-schooling again. Honestly, I am ok with it. God had started working on my heart before everything hit the fan. I thought maybe it was going to be my choice or idea.
Silly girl! Nope!
Instead, He arranged for a world-wide pandemic that would disrupt my decision in the process. Yep! It’s all my fault. I prayed that I would have a stronger relationship with my adopted kiddos and continue down the already established path of my biological kids. Who by-the-way were home-schooled up until three years ago.
So here I am, looking at the Old Schoolhouse website like it’s the beginning of August instead of mid-March. We have decided that we all need some sort of routine or normalcy, but I am not teaching math! At least not yet. I will be teaching life skills. Money management, Home Ec, career choice, bible study and maybe some other reading for good measure.
No common core, no verbs and nouns…just us being a family and me teaching what I can, as their mom.
Today was a cleaning day.
Tomorrow we will eat ice-cream for breakfast.
I do not know what the future holds for us, but I know who holds the future in the palm of His hand.
I am resting in that hope.