kicking and screaming

I have a confession to make.

I did not intend to home school my children. 

In fact, I initially loathed the idea for several reasons.

1. I was home schooled myself and I saw first-hand the time and effort required to do it right. 

I did not want to spend the time and effort.

2. I dreamed of the day that my little darlings would trot off to school so that I could...

have a spotless house?

be a lunching lady?

pursue a new hobby?

I don't know. 

But it was going to be glorious!

3. I was am scared. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not dumb. But I've always felt like I needed to be a MENSA

candidate to give my kids the best education possible. I have come to realize that this is not the case, and that a little fear goes a long way in keeping me accountable to do the very best that I can do. 

So, how do I now find myself a home schooling momma?

Well...Marko made me do it.

Just kidding.

Sort of.

You see, my wonderful husband has long held the opinion that home schooling would be the best fit for our family. Coupled with that fact, is the reality that (because of his CF) Sam is at a much higher risk of picking up illnesses in a traditional classroom setting.

So, being the perfectly submitted wife, I gladly obliged (um...not so much).

Actually, it took a couple of years of discussing it for us to come to an agreement. 

But in the end, I consented. 

Realizing that above all else, Marko was doing his best to lead our family in the way he felt God was leading us. And by honoring his conviction, I was ultimately submitting to God.

So, "How is it going?" you ask.

Well...GREAT! Thanks for asking.

I am knee deep in ABC's and Bible stories, 

counting by 2's and practicing printing, 

cutting and crafts, 

and it's going really well. 

And you know what? 

Don't tell Marko...but I'm actually enjoying myself!