Waiting

I've had the pleasure to homeschool my girls for the last 4 years. The year that we just wrapped up, it was unusual. It started as it always does, full of enthusiasm.  It ended, with a whimper. I couldn't hang on to the enthusiasm that often leads us down rabbit holes of research, poetry reading marathons, read aloud frenzies..

With our world in the midst of a pandemic and protests everywhere, we were all more than a little lost. Our lovely weekly rhythm was gone and it was replaced with anxiety. Anxiety for the state of our nation. Anxiety over their dad, working with Covid patients almost daily. Anxiety because their big sister also works in the medical field and is constantly exposed. Anxiety, anxiety..

I'm trying to rekindle that enthusiasm. I am trying to get us back to that place where we couldn't wait to meet on the couch for our read aloud, or crowd around the counter to make cookies. 

Wish me luck.