I woke up this morning to a quiet chill in the air. Autumn is almost here and a new school year is about to begin. Our new schoolbooks have arrived and we've cracked open the fresh boxes of crayons. I've spent the past few weeks rearranging things and making room on the bookshelf. Things are fitting into place and there is a new season of excitement in our house.
But lately, I've found myself coveting my friends' schoolrooms. These perfect and sweet little classrooms inside their homes. There are desks for the children, matching shelves for supplies and precious nooks for curling up with a storybook.
But I don't have any of that. We do our lessons at our kitchen table. I have a crowded bookshelf that holds our supplies and everything is packed up again before each meal.
Today, as I was putting things away, I was thinking about our homeschool. We are not a school...this is our home. I want our home to encourage a love of learning. That doesn't only happen in a beautiful schoolroom, it happens because we are living a life of curiosity.
Yes, these rooms are beautiful and inspiring, and I'm sure they make managing home and school much easier, but I realized today, that for me, having a school room would be all about me.
I'm the one who doesn't want a world map on my dining room wall. I'm the one who doesn't want science projects growing on my kitchen counter.
But it's not about me.
Kind of like all those baby nurseries I never got to decorate, and my babies never missed.
No, this is our home, and in our home we learn. It may not be pretty, but we make it work and we are having fun. And that...is a thing of beauty.