It was love at first sight.
This is the view that sold me on the camp position. Cozy and clean, and bonus, bookshelves and a fireplace. Not that it was ever up to me, but as far as I was concerned, this little finished basement was all it took for me to take that leap of faith and say yes.
My imagination went wild. Whatever part of your mind that lights up thinking of all the endless possibilities fireworked with children gathered round the tables and campfires and my decade long homeschooling dream coming true.
It’ll make the perfect school room. Five children need their space and Daddy’s office is right upstairs. Over two hundred acres of woods, hills, trails, wheat fields, pine forests, a lake, a river, and a camp-famous Sycamore tree will learn to get along just fine.
The lookout tower by the chapel on a hill will be perfect for stargazing and Constellation finding. I’ll tell them all about the time their Daddy and I stayed up all night in his car and got out only to climb the tower and watch the sunrise on the 4th of July.
Over the years I’ve been collecting things–everything you need to discover the world. The beautiful world map I found for five dollars at a garage sale. My father-in-law’s dusty and outdated globe acknowledging the U.S.S.R. will make a great history lesson.
Then there’s the Classical Astronomy field study book that ended up being too advanced for my seven year old son though you could’ve fooled me with that crazy half of a full-grown man sized telescope. I never could get rid of the Gideon Bibles with the Psalms and the Proverbs.
A while back I found a piece of poster board with a picture of an opened scroll. I can finally figure out a way to frame it and find someone with extra-beautiful handwriting and hang our school motto on the wall: The Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom.
But I gotta keep packing first.