First Day of Summer Break!

As a homeschool teacher to my son, the rhythym of my day is determined by our schooling. Last year I couldn't wait to get finished with the year. Mostly because I was impatiently awaiting the Atlanta trip that was happening the day after our last day of school. We sort of rushed through those last few days. I was afraid this year would be the same way, just because we both were more than ready for school to be over with. However, I found myself a little sad that school was ending for the year. I honestly can't tell you why. There have been more than a few days when I called my husband in tears, wondering if I really was cut out to be a homeschool mom. He always calmed me down, reminding me that yes, I was not only cut out for it, I was called to it. We both feel very strongly that this is the best option for our family. Our son really does thrive, and ended the year with straight A's. Most of his friends are homeschooled, so he really doesn't know that life could be any different. Sometimes this is a problem, like when he complains about having to start school at 10:00. I quickly remind him that most kids his age had to get up at 6:30 to be at school by 8:00 and will stay there, with few breaks, until 3:00. We, on the other hand, get to sleep later, start later, and end sooner than all those kids. I ask him if he'd like for us to start being more like public school and do school for 6 or so hours, but he quickly straightens up and starts his math worksheet.

So, with these thoughts running in my head, why am I on the melancholy side? I still can't say. Maybe it's just that now I have to figure out how to organize my day for the next three months. Maybe it's that I don't want him to be in fourth grade yet. Maybe I'm sad there's no Atlanta trip to fall down at. Hmm, yeah, that last one. That's the ticket.