There are no trivial things in mothering. Whether it's being there to bandage our toddler's skinned knee, to hear our children read for the first time, or to watch our kids swing and skip with reckless abandon — these are priceless memories which are here only for a moment, then fade as fast as a morning dream...
Our culture values an extremely hurried pace of living. If a mom's schedule isn't "crazy" - well, that just doesn't seem normal. But sometimes the greatest blessings of life come when we slow down, whether it's to tuck little ones in at night, go on that long awaited trip to the park, or simply to visit Grandma.
So, when I talk about time, I don't mean the actual number of hours in a day that it takes to accomplish your homeschool program (which is definitely less than public or private school), but I'm talking about the overall commitment we make as we teach, nurture and train our budding scholar(s) at home...
To best illustrate what I'd like to say about time, I chose this poem which I think says it all. To me, it captures somewhat of the essence of what we're trying to achieve in homeschooling. We're not just training scholars (though we're trying to do that), but more importantly, we're aiming to cultivate close relationships with our children — relationships that are strong and healthy. And THAT is what takes time.
LOST - A BOY! | Anonymous
Not kidnapped by bandits and hidden in a cave to weep and starve and raise a nation to frenzied searching. Were that the case, one hundred thousand men would rise to the rescue, if need be. Unfortunately the losing of this lad is without dramatic excitement, though very sad and very real.
The fact is his father lost him. Being too busy to sit with him at the fireside and answer his trivial questions during the years when fathers are the only great heroes of the boys, he let go his hold.
And his mother lost him. Being so much occupied with teas, dinners and club programmes, she let the maid hear the boy say his prayers, and thus her grip slipped and the boy was lost to his home.
Aye, the Church lost him. Being so occupied with sermons for the wise and elderly who pay the bills, and having good care for dignity, the ministers and elders were unmindful of the human feelings of the boy in the pew, and made no provision in sermon or song or personal contact for his boyishness. And so the Church and many sad-hearted parents are now looking earnestly for the lost boy.
Photo Credit: Photo taken by Sonja Langford, graphic design by Charity Klicka