I don’t talk a lot about our homeschooling, probably because I’ve been doing it so long that it’s become a routine part of our lives. Stinky is part of a homeschool co-op. It’s my two best friends (“That anyone could have!”) and their similarly aged kids. They meet two days per week, teach the kids, and the kids do their homework at home. Sara does all the planning with her awesome curriculum and education skills, and Pam helps her teach. I am the sloth that does nothing because I have a disruptive toddler. I’ve felt guilt all year that I don’t help much, and I can only hope that my friends are honest when they say it’s no big deal.
Anyway, our year is wrapping up. Everyone says they plan to send their kids to some sort of school next year, be it public or private. But there’s uncertaity about what next year will look like. I’m considering starting a two day per week school out of my house. Stinky thinks he might want to do public. We just don’t know.
What I do know is that here we are, at the end of the year, with all of the moms involved in our co-op going through big transitions. I’m overwhelmed with a move, Sara is overwhelmed with what the plans for fall might be, Pam is moving her offices. One would think this would make us crabby and short with each other. Nope. Pam sends a text this morning saying she’s got all the kids, demands Sara go to not one, but two yoga classes, and demands I send Stinky so I can have some breathing room for the day. What can I say, other than I have good people?
This is my life, these are my friends! I’m just floored at my good fortune to know them. They’ve taught my son, without my help, and always manage to step into the gap without being asked, sometimes before I even realize they are needed. I am not sure what the next year holds for me, and for our homeschool adventures. I am sure that I’ve chosen the most wonderful people on the planet with whom to walk this path.