One theme these last few months has been my bemused contemplation of the fact that, while I put time and effort into academics with an end goal of helping other women as they become mothers -- because happy, empowered mothering can be an enriching, oh-so-rewarding, life-changing, one-of-a-kind experience -- my own progeny are relegated to staring blankly at the television.
It took me only the first 10 days of school (and a long, affirming conversation with my wise husband) to convince me that I am making the right decisions and have no time for guilt. I'm glad we're homeschooling, because I know it improves the quantity and quality of time I do spend with them. Even more, I'm grateful that when I am studying or in class, my kids are usually with their father or one of their grandmothers. But still, when I hear my keyboard punctuating the monologue of Go Diego Go, I cringe a little.
On the plus side, they know more Spanish than I do. I guess we'll focus on that.
Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it." - Isaiah 30:21
