The Empty Schoolhouse: Reflections & Adventures of a Veteran Homeschool Mom

I stood staring at two sleeping boys in the bed. One was just five, the other one two. They looked so peaceful. The scene looked so calm. A third son moved within my womb reminding me of his presence.  Yet I felt so alone . Hours earlier I had just learned my husband had been killed instantly in a vehicle accident. The house was buzzing with people who had come to rally around us. But I felt so alone .  Fast forward. Another weary day of homeschool completed. I crawled into bed exhausted. But I longed to tell Jim all about it. To rest my head on his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep. But he was in heaven. And I was here soldiering forward alone . Yet even as that thought came to mind, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, "Emmanuel." God is with us. I was not alone . Fast forward again. I was at the grave weeping. Again. Not for me. But for my son who was struggling. "Lord, speak to his heart like only You can." I laid my head on the memorial b...

Preschool. Besides working at the daycare, I am teaching 3 yr old preschool 3 days a week for 2.5 hrs each time. I have 10 students: 4 boys and 6 girls. It is vastly different than homeschooling my own sons.  But some of the principles are the same: children are always learning especially through play, they need time outdoors, need to let them get their hands dirty, let them make messes, be patient & longsuffering, teach in bite size chunks,  repeat myself often, forgive much, but hold them accountable, expect great things, remember each child is unique, and tomorrow is not guaranteed to anyone.