Morning starts with the creak of Sammy’s bedroom door. “Morn’n time Momma?!”
“Yes Sammy. You can get up.”
And the pounding of his feet as he makes a mad dash to the bathroom.
Next I hear squealing coming from across the hall. It’s Baby Silas. Little chubs wakin up happy. I peel back the covers and throw myself into morning. I open the door and cross the hall, a streaker passes by me- Sammy- on the way back from the bathroom off to go get dressed. Sammy, three, is always first dressed.
I go in to see Silas, His legs THUMP THUMP against his crib mat in excitement at the sight of me. More squeals emanate from his mouth.
“Morning Squeeky!” I raise him up to my lips and satisfy their need to kiss. We head for the change table in the room as the Princess stirs in her bed. My five-year-old pushes her self up in her bed with a halo of wispy blond hairs sticking up all over her head.
“Oh… I just fell asleep! I was awake ALL night…” she always says.
Funny how I retrieved the screaming baby 3 times in the night from her room and her body stayed cocooned in blankets and sleep. Hand dangling from the edge of the bed in a deep slumber.
She shrugs off her ‘sleepless night’ and pipes up “I can babysit Silas for you while you get dressed!”
Finishing with the baby I deposit him into the depths of the pink and purple sister bed. Where he is fawned over in high pitched squeaky tones and thoroughly entertained. I love having older helpers. Certain things ARE easier with more kids.
I cross back through the hall into my own room, as all the bedrooms are nestled close upstairs.
I don’t have to worry about waking Jonas. Sammy does a thorough job of that each morning as the two share a room. You can hear them chatting to eachother and joking around between the slamming of their dresser drawers.
We tend to all meet at the neck of the stairs and funnel our way down to the kitchen where breakfast commences.
Breakfast is a tad chaotic.
In the center of the storm my six month old sits in his Bumbo on the island pleased with all the busyness, occasionally opening for the spoon of banana that comes his way, but always seeking after everyone else’s food.
I go though spurts of trying to remedy the breakfast crazies. But for the most part it stays unorganized and filled with too many food options.
After breakfast, however, Jonas goes and gets our bible study, and we read the word of the Lord. It brings things back to order, and encourages us for the day. For without Jesus at the center, I fall short. By a long shot. Sometimes I get carried away in the morning with the baby, laundry, messes, breaking up arguments, or diving into projects that need to get done.
And things unravel.
I need the memory verses we learn from the bible to get me through the day, just as much as the kids.
Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
Sometimes my FAIL at what were learning IS the lesson of the day.
Me-“I’m sorry, that wasn’t very kind or compassionate what I said… was it? I should have told you how to do that better without saying those hurtful things. Will you forgive me?”
And they always do.
God never called me to homeschool because I got my crap together. If anything it was to show me that I would drowned in my own strength.
From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Jesus is that rock. I have to daily cling to Him and pray that he uses me, unaccomplished and a bit of a basket case at times, to impart wisdom.
And that’s the crazy cool part.
The kids learn really amazing things. And it’s not from all the mad skills their teacher has. It’s cause Jesus uses that weak teacher to show his glory.
Yep it’s a pretty sweet deal.
****Stay tuned for how our average school day unfolds****