“Mommy ABCD’s. ABCD’s mommy.”, “Hey, can you help me with my Spanish work?”, “Wait I need help writing this paragraph.” Those are the all too familiar voices of my kids. My kids are home schooled. At times I sit and dream of what my life would look like if all three of my kids were in school. Take a moment and picture it with me:
Hmmm…Wake up and savor a cup of coffee in my pjs. Wait, make that 4 cups of coffee. Drop the kids off at school and drive home to a quiet, serene home. A home where I, the mom, get to focus on coffee, laundry, coffee, a good book, more coffee, creating a gourmet lunch paired with a good cup of coffee, wash a small handful of dishes, knit or crochet … And the list goes on.Flash back to reality and see what my life actually looks like. Wake up and quickly consume a cup of coffee while attempting to get my preschooler to get some clothes on her naked body all the while hearing “Ugh, do I have to wake up. It’s sooooo early.” Yes, you have to wake up and it is not very early. It is 8:00 and if you were in school, you would be up by 6:15. OK on to that laundry. And another cup of coffee that at this point is luke warm. Throw the laundry in the washer. (Sorry honey it probably won’t make it to the dryer until I go to bed.) Now I am off to start school with my oldest and youngest. Thank God, my middle daughter is mostly independent when it comes to academics. After several hours of life skills and Speech and Language homework for Samantha, my oldest, mixed with some ABCD’s, as my preschooler, Sydney, likes to call them, I begin making a quick lunch. I am fortunate enough that neither of them likes what I am making so they “create” their own lunches, which they complain about because in the end they just don’t look as appetizing as mine do. Well girls, that’s the way it is when I create a salad topped with grilled chicken, feta cheese and green olives and you just microwave a frozen burrito. After lunch, there is a huge pile of dishes calling my children’s names. You see that is where I get lucky. Where there are more people, there will be more dishes and with more dishes, I am not so motivated to wash them. Lucky for me, my kids were both born with hands made for dishwashing. Note the smirk creeping onto my face. Anyway, the day goes on with everyone getting busier, louder, crazier, and at times crankier from the lack of naps.
Although that is a far cry from my dream day there is something inside of me that craves the pandemonium that homeschooling brings my house; something in me that loves my kids so much that I enjoy having day after day set aside, almost exclusively, for their needs long before I can even take a moment to think about myself. Instead of looking at our life as chaos, I like to see it as colorful.
At times, homeschooling feels like a weight on my shoulders, but making the effort to connect with my kids is necessary for my family’s cohesive success. Ultimately, even though I’d love a few hours to myself, the more I am with our children, the more I love them for who they are, the more I want to be with them.