It seems like last week that we started this homeschool journey. I was convinced I was going to ruin my Emily. I remember so clearly the day Doug brought her home from Kindergarten, she was crying again. He matter-of-factly told me, "I unenrolled her from school. We are going to homeschool." Now, we had talked about homeschooling someday, when life was normal. (At that point I still expected life to get "normal") Panicked, I stammered, but, but, but... I'm pregnant, we are living with your parents, I, I, I can't do this now. Doug looked at me, smiled and said, "Stacy, it's Kindergarten, shapes, numbers, letters, colors. I'm pretty sure you know the material." And so began our homeschool journey.
Now here she is all grown up, mostly.
I'm happy to say she knows all her shapes and colors, letters and numbers.
She graduated. SHE DID IT!
This whole homeschool Mom package comes with all sorts of crazy emotions on Graduation Day. Not only am I incredibly proud of my daughter, I'm also incredibly proud of me.
I successfully homeschooled a child for her entire school career. She has written a novel and continues to love and pursue writing. She has accumulated dozens of college credits while finishing high school. She reads everything and thinks deeply.
And then there's the part of me that is far less confident. Did I do enough? Did I teach her all she needs to know? What did I miss? And why couldn't I help her not struggle with math?
I am so thankful for GRACE! And for a God who fills in the gaps. And the sweet fruit that has grown from the seeds of perseverance, peace, hope, and love.
Most importantly, she loves. She loves Jesus. She loves her parents. She loves her siblings. She loves others. Seeing her grow in her relationships is the most important and rewarding part of this journey. When I see those relationships growing I am exceedingly thankful and proud.
Emily has so many gifts and talents I cannot wait to see how God uses them. She is a gift and a blessing to us. I love our chats, our coffee dates, our shopping sprees, and the time we have to spend together.
Spread your wings and fly, Girlie. Good things are in store!