Have you noticed all the brightly colored, creative-formatted, and happy-inducing academic planners in stores these days?? Pretty papers are my weakness: the texture, colors, and weight of each page between my fingers. I’m a paper nerd!
I bought a floral planner last year: it reminded me of the upcoming autumn season. I must’ve been in a mellow, winter-y state of mind when I chose that particular one.
Fast forward to this year, and I went the opposite direction. Bright and tropical. Ellis, my 6 year old daughter, said she’d get me a planner for my birthday, so she did the choosing. She immediately gravitated towards the one with the golden elastic band, smaller size, and bright prints. I liked it too.
I might have chosen a bigger one for practical purposes though- easier to find.
Whichever format you use, whether digital, a paper towel, the back of your hand, or memory, hope that this fall semester brings you creativity, happiness, and a heart of contentment!!
School has already started for many or will start in a matter of days. I can imagine the spectrum of feelings a lot of us are experiencing: first-day jitters, anxiety, excitement, fear, relief, dread, freedom, anticipation, happiness, hope, among others.
I have mixed emotions. Since I’m my kid’s teacher, I feel an enormous amount of pressure. I do love my role and see it as a privilege to homeschool, but it’s daunting at times.
When I feel overwhelmed though, I try to focus on my long-term goals: education involves learning how to tackle new challenges (it’s not all fun and games); comparisons accomplishes nothing positive; celebrate individual successes; choose quality over quantity; and lastly aim to cultivate a discerning and reflective mind.
Being a homeschooling mom teaches me to trust that my kids’ minds are actively processing even when results are not tangible right away. And it makes me wonder the blind faith my parents had in me.
Growing up I was a late bloomer and things clicked way past the time it should’ve occurred. Compound that with the effects of brain trauma from a car accident: I was a hot mess. I fumbled through classes and feigned tummy aches. Despite them all, my parents cheered me on, paid for endless tutoring, and believed (or faked it well) that I would succeed. I wonder how they must’ve felt waiting for me even when I wasn’t showing much progress.
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop. – Confucius
This year I pray that I will become a better teacher, co-learner and investigator, and guide. I want to have more motivation, patience, and a spontaneous mindset to explore new things. Eeek…I enter it with trepidation. But I know God will sustain me through the doubts and insecurities. In the big scheme of life, my mundane stuff seems insignificant to God, but to Him they are not.
Psalm 120:1: “In my distress I called to the LORD, and he answered me.”
Isaiah 40:31: “But they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”
And my hope for kids, parents, teachers, and others involved in raising kids have a blessed, peace-filled, and fruitful school year!! Wishing many “a-ha” moments and joyful hearts pursuing mindfulness, God’s wisdom, and gratefulness.
And how can I forget the most important factor?? Fun and happiness.
Have fun, laugh more than usual, be spunky, love your kids for who they are, and pat yourself on the back more often.
“Success is walking from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.” —Winston Churchill