Children are that way. It doesn't matter how many diapers you must change, or meals you have to prepare, or squabbles you have to referee... You love the little (and not-so-little) ones so much, that you overlook it all; and instead, choose to see their rosy cheeks while they peacefully sleep, hear their "I love you, Mama", and relish their wide-eyed wonder at the world as you introduce it to them.
Boy, I love mine. Yes, I think they are as perfect as children can be, and still be human. I'm sure I'm biased. Yours are probably perfect too. Or maybe they aren't. Nonetheless, we love them dearly, and so it is a joy to work for them.
One of my greatest joys (jobs) is teaching my children at home. I have two boys, NJ (age 8) and IC (age 6). I've been teaching my children, formally, since NJ was 2. IC started even earlier, since he always wanted to copy his brother. I always knew I was going to teach them myself. I knew it was what God wanted for our family, and I knew it would be best for us all. What I didn't know was how fun it was going to be. At times it is difficult, usually due to impatience on my part. At other times it's blissfully easy. It's amazing what you can accomplish when your children are powerfully interested in learning something. But it is always rewarding and enjoyable.
It only just occurred to me that I tend to take this for granted. Having been taught at home myself, from the age of 10, upwards, the idea of home education was neither alien nor daunting. It comes easy to me, and I am not flustered if I discover I have neglected some area of my boys' education. In fact, I was content to "throw away" all mathematics study for an entire year when I felt that they weren't ready for it. Once we picked them back up again, they made up for all lost time, and then some. Part of this is, perhaps, due to my generally "laid back" attitude towards life. I don't stress about much. Life is pretty good. I plan on enjoying it.
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