Homeschooling from the Heart Living Christmas
It wasn't too difficult of an assignment, really: to speak for 15 minutes at a homeschool mothers Christmas luncheon on what it means to be a homeschool mom. Pretty straightforward, right? Yet despite my best efforts I was once again down to the wire and facing a blank page.
"Who am I to offer 'words of wisdom' to all these moms?" I thought. "Most of them have been homeschooling for years and have already experienced the things I'm going through right now!"
Frustration building, I went to make sure my little ones were all tucked in for the night. I had to chuckle at their poses in bed--obviously sleep had caught up with them while they were still mid-wiggle. But as I bent down to kiss my 6-year-old, she wrapped one arm around my neck and gave me a sleepy kiss. "Will you be here tomorrow morning, Mommy?" she asked.
I sometimes had morning errands to run and would be up and out before the youngest ones awoke. "Yes, Darlin'" I said, "Lord willing, we'll make Christmas cards tomorrow and when Daddy gets home, we'll put up the tree!"
Eyes still closed, she smiled. "Happy, happy, happy," she said, as I unlooped her arm and tucked it under the covers.
Reluctantly, I closed the bedroom door and went back downstairs to resume my battle with writer's block. But as I stared at my screen, I couldn't help but think of my little girl's question. As much as we love our children, none of us can promise them we'll "be there" in the morning. Beyond God's grace we have no guarantees that we will have another day to watch over the little lives that mean so much to us.
And so I thought, if I knew this were my last Christmas, my last few days to spend with my children and husband, what would I do differently?