This is the second Monday in a row I woke to pouring rain. (So thankful!)
As I got ready I was thinking about how much I love mornings like this. Downstairs, I found my two daughters snuggled together on the sofa, wrapped up in a comforter, giggling; it hit me again how much we would miss out on if my kids were in public school. That snuggle time couldn’t have happened at 7:30 in the morning–my older daughter would have been on a bus, headed to a school that starts at 7:50.
This post sums up my heart this morning.
Originally published April 2016
These are my favorite mornings to be a homeschooling family.
No one wants to move very quickly anyway: first off, it’s Monday, and secondly, it’s gray and dreary and drizzly……
And guess what? It doesn’t matter. We don’t have to Go. We don’t have to Rush and Get Out the Door. I can sit in the chair in our bedroom and snuggle the almost-not-two-year-old-anymore and spend a good long time reading. (Mr. Putter. Again.) The older kids can stumble out of bed terribly close to the start of our school day and eat their breakfast, groggy, in their pajamas, while we begin our morning together. Slowly.
Isn’t that part of pursuing “enough?” Knowing when to be slow?