A perk of homeschooling--the fluidity and flexibility to change your expectations on the fly. Recognizing that maybe these sweet punks can still grasp a concept without staying in the box I have created for them. It's a strategy that I am adapting on the fly--or maybe we are adapting on the fly...we'll see how it works.
What I do love, is this. A table of children enchanted and enraptured by a project. Excited voices throwing around ideas, making suggestions, captured in the moment. How they each approach a project so differently, with different levels of interest and expectation. And, if I might say, perfectionism. Some of them have higher expectations of their finished project than others. Some of them are never quite done tweeking it--some finish as quickly as possible and are certain that it is exactly how they want it.
And I captured a moment that makes my heart melt. A big helping a little. This happens a lot around our house. But in a fractured, fragmented sort of way. Sometimes out of genuine compassion, sometimes of out annoyance, mostly because of direction from a parent. But it is best when it is spontaneous and real. Someone needs help, and another is willing....
There are so many times when I am not the mother I want to be. I am agitated and behind and anxious to get done all the lists. I am not as tolerant of messes and loud as I should be. I am short with my words and my patience. I am too self-centered and not expressing the grace which abounds.
Yet even still, I am allowed by my Gracious Father to experience these moments. I am allowed to be in these moments with these that I love. To stand with a camera and snap away frames to store away. To have in the times of spilled milk and eat fast/I don't like this/dinners, tripping over laundry to go racing out the door for a running late swim lesson.
I read recently that life is not an emergency. It is a refrain that bears repeating. Maybe I should write it on a tablet of hieroglyphics to keep by my bedside....
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