Son: Ughhhhhh! I don’t geeeeeeet iiiiiiiiiiit!
Me: Really? Because I literally just explained it to you three times in a row. Just now. Literally, three times in the past minute.

Of course, it would take something like a pandemic to force me into the role of homeschooling mom. I never thought either thing possible.

We are on Day 4 of our lock-in/homeschooling. We cover math, reading, handwriting, grammar, foreign language, and some music theory. It’s not easy; S hates making mistakes and can be a volatile little dude. You can imagine the choppy waters we sail on every day, from 10-11 and 2-3:30, when I’m trying to teach him something new. Or even just simply having him erase and re-write his “a” because it looks like a “q.”

Son: (erasing his mistake violently) This is the WORST thing EVER!
Me: (to myself, thinking about the next 24 days) With you 100%, buddy.

God bless the souls of all his teachers, past, present and future.

There have been some sweeter moments, though. We start our day with a morning walk around the neighborhood, and spring is in bloom. S and I bundle up and head out, hand in hand, and take it all in.

S: It’s just so amazing how God made all the animals and insects to know how to survive! Like, no one taught them how to fly, or collect food, or build their homes. They just know!
Me: Isn’t it awesome?
S: Yeah…I love nature!

And in moments like these, I’m thankful. Despite the hard things we’re walking through, we have eyes to see beauty and marvel at God’s hand in it all.