Evolution of a Homeschool Mom
Well, not evolution exactly, since that would imply random, accidental change, but I haven’t thought of a different word, yet. The story I’m trying to tell is the morphing of a homeschool mom (me) into whatever comes after all the kids have graduated, and I’m out of job. It definitely shouldn’t be random. I feel the reins of homeschool and parenting loosening gradually as my eldest has finished school, my second eldest is graduating in June, my next year’s grade ten-er will be taking mostly online classes, and I’ll have one grade eight-er who likely won’t want me lurking over her shoulder all day. It’s like, if I’m not careful, I’ll just slowly wander out to pasture and no one will notice. But that’s not my style. I’m nothing if not intentional. So, I’ve been thinking. And thinking. And thinking . . . My husband has been carrying the financial load since our first was born in 2000. I feel like he’s done his due and that it ought to be my turn to pitch in. I would...