The First Time

Do you remember your first time?

Do you remember what you were feeling?

Do you remember who was around?

I’ll never forget our first day of homeschooling.

It was a gorgeous Fall day in Oregon.  We had all the fun boxes of curriculum.  We were stoked.  We were ready.

We took pictures.

We had nifty new binders filled with fun stuff.

 We went outside for art.

We watched as she was carefree and happy.

Turns out, that was probably the best day of the entire year.

A cross-country move followed one month after these pictures were taken.

We lived in a hotel for three months while we waited to close on our house.

We had to move into our new house and wait for our stuff to come out of storage.

In addition to the “outside forces” at work, I had no idea what I was doing, really.

I had no real support system, other than my husband.  I had curriculum and that was about it.

I stumbled along, not quite sure what I should be doing.  What it should look like.

I wish I had a road map, some sort of guide.  Someone to help me navigate all the questions that would come up.

The big ones {This math isn’t working, what do I do?} and the little ones {What type of dinner should I plan when we have a field trip that puts us out all day?}.

Stop back by tomorrow to find out about a little secret something that I wish I’d had…