Two nights in a row, I have had bad dreams. One was someone breaking into our house in the middle of the night and another was my father dying. In both cases, I was woken up by my youngest child crying. Both were disturbing and things I won’t forget for awhile. I can still remember the few other times I have dreamt of my father passing away. (For some reason, it is never my mother who dies in my dreams.)
On the other side of the coin, it struck me in the last half a day how different my life would be if I sent the older two children off to the local public school. I have a small case of envy for the stay-at-home mothers in the neighborhood who either have no children at home during the day or only have one small child left. We dropped our older two children off for their first ever sleep-over at their grandparent’s house yesterday afternoon. We will go pick them up this afternoon.
Last night, it was SO EASY with just the younger two. This morning was SO EASY with the younger two. I had the time and attention to catch our youngest before he got to work “cleaning” the toilet! I was able to read “age appropriate” books to Child #3 that we haven’t read in a couple of years. I didn’t yell even once.
Now, my life wouldn’t always be easier. Mornings would be more hectic and more difficult because we’d be hurrying to get the older two ready and out the door. Afternoons, we would be “on the clock” to go pick them up.
I will keep my small case of envy, but our decision to continue homeschooling our kids stays intact. The benefits are just so much greater.