Is it some mysterious purpose of God or the effects of a fallen world that cause a pre-schooler to awake first thing in the morning with a mouth full of chatter and an immediate need for milk?
The Body, OK this body, needs to know.
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Is it some mysterious purpose of God or the effects of a fallen world that cause a pre-schooler to awake first thing in the morning with a mouth full of chatter and an immediate need for milk?
The Body, OK this body, needs to know.
I was poring over the world map trying to find Easter Island (way off the coast of Chile – who knew) when Torey asked. “What time do you want to have a lesson today?”
“Oh it’s stuff you already know like longitude and latitude.” I said, thinking she was referring to our geography class.
“Uh, I meant a Pilates lesson,” my Pilates instructor replied.
Having a kid with special needs, there have been times when I have hurt for myself, for what being his mom has cost me. And there have been times when I have hurt for and worried about what it costs others – his sisters, teachers, fellow students, even strangers. Then there are times when I forget about myself and everyone else and only think of him.
This is one of those times.
My heart hurts.
I am not worried. I am not in despair. We are not in crisis. We have had a happy day.
But my heart hurts for my son and what his impairments cost him.
It is right to mourn.
And to trust.
I believe God has a hope and a future for this child.
Today, that is enough.
Yes, my friends, we are homeschooling another year.
Day One went extremely well. We are focusing on geography this year, taking a trip around the world. Torey is auditing the class. Yesterday we took a pre-test in which we were asked to label the entire globe. Some of us complained about the quality of the maps. I won’t go into any details, just know that there is a lot of room for improvement for everyone. After the test we were all giggling as we checked the giant world map.
For my own education I think I will read my way across the continents. With the exception of Russian and a little Japanese the extent of my fiction reading has been limited to English and American writers. Does anyone know what the great Canadian novel is? (Well, I have read L.M. Montgomery, but I don’t think that’s what I am talking about) I am going to find out. If anyone has any suggestions I would gladly receive them.
As I was writing Paul came to sit beside me and then our “neighbors” followed soon after. They are discussing real estate. Now they are standing in the doorway grinning at me crazily. Does anyone wonder why I haven’t been on the blog all week?