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It is the first week the windows have been opened since autumn stole the warmth, the breeze brought
in hope and let out months of winter build up.
The boys found a
puddle oozing with possibilities.
Them girls have
counted five retuning birds, long missed from these woods.
We all feel this
fever of spring.
We all want to tuck
away winters stories and sweaters and live in the fresh of this season.
I have been wondering
about the finish line here in my gabled school room.
The more home school
mamas I talk to the more I realize I am not the only one finding it hard to
wrap up what I enthusiastically started as the leaves fell and students were
bright with anticipation.
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I ponder
Should I be more in
tuned with the rhythm of the seasons and learn to stage my education around the
beckoning wisdom of nature?
How do I become more
an educator brimming with grace then focusing on accomplishments and
checkmarks.
Yet what of outcomes
necessary in development of character and education?
How to know when to
stick with it and push through challenges?
How to keep
motivation and vision, year after year?
How to create
simplicity and structure, beauty and imagination through the class room years?
I am examining my responsibilities
and the personal needs gathered under the gables of my schoolroom,
I sense the need to
tuck myself in nearer the heart of heaven and weigh His gentle desires for our
home education.
Spring will unveil
newness, I desire to slow my life and what weighs my heart to receive its
revelations of beauty.
I may write as I
learn more about the heart of my Father for our gabled school room.
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