While the big kids were in the final half-hour of their wilderness class, the little boys and I found a tree with a bench swing. There we sat down, pulled out notebooks and crayons, and had an art lesson. It’s all about perspective, friends. From where I was standing when I took this picture, the sky, by far, makes up the majority of what you see. From where we were sitting on that quaint little swing, the water filled up over half of the page.
Today we had piano lessons, and when I woke up this morning, I woke up not feeling it, the passion for the homeschool day. Starting school and the changing of seasons always seems to mess with my circadian rhythm. I’ll be awake for over two hours in the night, and then power-nap-worthy tired by the deep afternoon. It’s hit or miss what nights I will sleep, but last night was one of the more awake ones. I fell back asleep and didn’t wake until 7.
This afternoon I don’t feel tired at all, and my fleeting moments of not wanting to go to piano lessons today passed. I waited until the second of hour of piano to go to the store, after initially deciding I wasn’t going to go this time. Last week’s gathering of food for my apocalypse collection is still sitting in the mud room, as I’ve been perfectly content to keep conveniently stepping over it, and it’s absolutely true, that it hasn’t bothered me a bit.
I’m still in a dry spell when it comes to reading, except when it comes to reading the Bible. There have been times when I could easily be in the middle of ten books at a time, but struggled to find any desire or interest in reading the Bible. The situation and feelings have now been reversed. My husband and I get up around 5:30 and make our coffee together. He reads or works on sermons at the dining room table. I don’t like daytime lights in the early morning, so I use the dining room light to read from the couch.
I wanted today’s reading to go on for much longer, to not eventually have to stop to take the kids to piano lessons. But, and isn’t this just the unavoidable truth, we do things we don’t feel like doing sometimes. I do feel like I owe it to my kids, having chosen to homeschool, to be reasonably consistent in our daily routines, and consistently pleasant in my daily demeanor. In that way mothering shapes me into a healthier, more balanced, well-rounded person.
That’s not to say we never need grace, but everybody already knows that here. Ask me again in twenty years, but I’m pretty sure I’d never promote the adage that “the woman is like a thermostat, setting the overall temperature in the home” or “the woman sets the tone for the home”. That’s too much pressure, too much power to place in one person’s hands. But, surely, “Children are a blessing here. Time with them is so, so dear.”