It probably says a lot about just how unexciting a person I am, but I get quite a rush from ordering new homeschool materials.
Most homeschoolers do this in the summer to prepare for starting “school” in the fall, but for whatever reason, my daughter and I started her “school” year in January of 2011. This means that while we were fine and dandy in the summertime, we’re now facing the need for new materials for math, science, spelling, handwriting, grammar, and history in just a couple of months.
Before I went online to order the next set of materials, I reviewed my curriculum plans and resource lists and made myself a list of things to buy to get us through another year. It was all very organized, but giving myself permission to buy school things is akin to opening up Pandora’s box no matter how I try to contain it in list form. And the fact that I needed to visit five different websites to get all of the components I needed just made it all the more dangerous. I could drop the equivalent of a mortgage payment just at Rainbow Resource, easy.*
Of course, I ended up “needing” some additional fun things, like a globe and an illustrated book of Greek myths and a set of postcard-sized art prints to familiarize my children with great artists.
Now I’m all jittery anticipating the smell of the brand-new books when I open up the boxes when they arrive in a week or so. And then there’s the thrill of watching my daughter over the coming months as she learns all of the new information that’s inside the new books and realizing that even with all of our doubts and worries (and the doubts and worries others have projected upon us), we’ve done this, we’re doing it, and, so far, it’s working for us. Sure we have hiccups and arguments and days when none of us wants to do anything but sit in front of Dinosaur Train in our PJs, but on the balance, I’m really loving homeschooling.
With any luck, that will help me keep my mind off of the conversation the flute teacher wants to have this week about upgrading my daughter’s flute. Not only does it mean converting another chunk of change into material goods, but it means she’s progressing in her skills and growing in arm length enough that she’ll soon need a flute with a foot joint.
Even being involved in practically every moment, it feels like the time is slipping through my fingers like so much oobleck.
What a push and pull it is, wanting to encourage my children and cheer them on as they grow and learn and discover and at the same time wanting to cling to them tightly and not let them go.