First day of school in the trailerhood
No backpacks to be packed, no excitement over new clothes, and butterfly bellies don’t disturb the sleep, but at last, it’s time to begin school in the trailerhood. Our morning started off with the typical bustle of getting the Big Bear off to the truck, which this week he’s getting a change of scenery and a different run. I’m praying it goes smooth and safe and that four-wheelers be kind to him. They won’t, but a girl can pray. We pulled out the lesson plan, books, computer and began our day. The oldest, is now an 11th grader, finished two subjects and needed to go to work. She will finish the rest when she gets home tonight. Seems strange not to have her at the table with us, and although she’s only at work, it’s a bittersweet beginning to an end. I have been homeschooling her since preschool. She’s more independent, and between this year and next, her time with us at the table will be minimal. The middle is now an 8th grader, and is beyond excited to be back in her formal school routine. The little is entering 3rd grade and while I work with the older two, I am cherishing the younger even more. I know if I blink she will be grown too.
This summer has brought a lot of challenges and pain, but many blessings that I will be forever grateful for. I’m glad I have had this time with the girls this summer. It’s most certainly not the way I would have planned it, but thankful none the less. I tackled an impossible project and succeeded. It’s not perfect, but I’m proud just the same. A lot of baggage has been sorted through. The kids are doing a totally new curriculum this year that’s closer to our style. We enjoyed girls movie night in with fuzzy pajamas, fuzzy blankets, snuggles, chick flicks and junk food. Lots of tears and laughter happened. Life has happened. We learned to embrace our new normal. Of course, that is all about to change here again as soon as I am able to get back to work. Praying that is sooner than later. I have had a lot of heart to hearts with the kids. Relationships have been re-evaluated and doors have closed. It makes me sad, but those relationships were hurting me. We’ve received some major blessings that have helped us survive financially. Without them, well let’s just say that food went on the table a little easier.
The new school year for us is more celebrated than the actual New Year. We base our lives on the school year. Our kids have not had the glorious childhood of some kids, and frankly the last few years have been hard, but it’s our life and we embrace the challenges and are stronger because of them. This summer has brought some much needed healing and quality time, even with the new challenges. I’m hopeful it’s a sign of a good year coming.