It’s the third week of August, and we start school in a week and a half. That means that I’m madly planning our school year just as I have done the last 17 years. The difference is that this is my last year to plan, our last first day of school, our last year to study together, and the beginning of a new phase in our lives.
I’m of two minds about this change. Part of me is so pleased to launch my final child into the world after almost 20 years of teaching my children at home. However, there is a part of me who chokes up at the thought that this precious time of raising my boys, teaching them everything from Latin and math to how to say “thank you” to trusting Jesus in everything, and giving and receiving hugs daily is over.
There have been days of exasperation and difficulty, to be sure, but there have been so many more of wondrous discoveries, reading aloud, laughing over silly poems, splashing in mud puddles, building lego structures, going on library and park trips, and many other special times of learning and living.
As I plan this last year, I long to finish strong with my youngest child and watch him walk the path the Lord has ordained for him. That desire plus lots of prayer will make it our best year yet, I am sure.