Do homeschooled kids feel the same spirit of the season? This time of year….the $1 bins are brimming with glue sticks and useless shaped erasers, I can’t help but feel the excitement in the air. Like Christmas. Seriously. It’s nostalgic and filled with possibilities! Or a phantom holiday…. like we had busted open a piñata and all that came out were pencil shavings and spelling words.
We owe it to the homeschool newbies to keep it real… Some days all mine want to do is binge watch SpongeBob and gorge on peanut butter stuffed pretzels. And I’d like to hideout in my room and binge watch the back of my eyelids, but this stuff won’t learn itself!
Lord, no! I’d rather discuss how to build walls and burn bridges with Trump or how to avoid pesky government spam with Hillary!
They’re trying to make me look bad in front of my boys! Don’t get me wrong, I love our math curriculum. But desperate times, addition, subtraction or division, call for desperate measures. Not in inches or meters. Let’s try….Hotwheels! Yes! How many Hotwheels long is the dog!?
But know that, like anything warm and wonderful, it won’t last. However, the art is in the making of the memory. The smiles and fun shared are etched into the heart and take on a sweet forlorn hue.