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PEP TALK!

You didn’t sign up to be a homeschool mom... me neither. Nonetheless one that schooled from homes and couldn’t take them anywhere... to see anyone... to any playground, bounce house, museum, library. They can’t see their friends, or their grandparents. It’s hard.

Here is the silver lining: life has been so busy. Everyone is running from one thing to the next, constantly. Sometimes you don’t even get that one on one time to truly bond with your kids b/c you’re so focused on getting to your appointment on time. Things are closed, how will you entertain them? For me, God has slapped me in the face to say.. YOU DONT NEED TO ENTERTAIN THEM!!! LOVE THEM. TEACH THEM. SNUGGLE THEM. They are MY gift to you.

This has been such a sweet reminder that we are enough. I love having everyone under one roof. We’re cooking together. We’re doing chores together. We’re going on runs and hikes and i’m teaching them to run! (Like distances). We’re learning, not just schoolwork, but life lessons. I’m being forced to stop yelling, to be empathetic to their tiny selves and to truly see them with NO distractions.

Yes, we’re watching TV. Lots of fighting. Lots of aggravation. But this is a pause in life. We’re being given a PAUSE in life!!! Like... what!!? What a sweet gift!

I never wanted to be a homeschool mom. I look forward to the days of Kidz Klub and school again. But for now, God is stopping me in my tracks and making it pretty clear that these little tykes are sweet. They’re lovable. They’re moldable. And I am their teacher. Today, I vow not to curse. I vow to TRY not to yell. I vow to see them! And then pass them off to daddy at 5:30.

Deep breaths, emily.

You are ok. You can do this.

You CAN do this.

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