I am actually raising my own children.
I am there for every scraped knee... every first word... I'm there for the arguments and I'm there for the moments of self-doubt. I get to share in every triumph and every new discovery. Yeah - okay - so it also means that the responsibility for whatever goes wrong sits squarely on my shoulders.... It's not like we mothers don't end up with the lion's share of the blame in our modern public-schooled society anyway... At least I get a little heads up when it comes to my parental shortcomings and I'm not going to be informed of them at a teacher's conference or in a post-it note stuck to a book bag.
I promised Geo that I would stop posting his pictures on my blog without his express consent when he turns thirteen. With his birthday practically around the corner - I find that I must take this opportunity to post whatever I have on my desktop.I know it won't last forever. I still look forward to the day when all my fledglings take off on their own. I hope they learned what they needed from their time with me.
In the meantime, I am learning so very much from my time with them. And there it is - the big realization: All this time I thought that our Lord was calling me to homeschool because there were things that only I could effectively teach my children.... How could I not have understood that what was missing from our family was all that the children had to teach me?