Saturday we formalize the end of our homeschool journey. My youngest is graduating.
If you had told me eighteen years ago that: a.) I would still be homeschooling in 2014; and b.) the thought of being finished brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat; I would have been certain that you were mistaken or insane, or both.
But we're done. And I really still can't quite believe it.
All of the fears. All of the doubts. All of the stress. Conquered.
All of the walks. All of the conversations. All of the laughter. Remembered.
Some things could probably never be explained to others: Elven smiths. Will Smith. Aerosmith.
Unschooling.
Other things are easily understood: Apologia Biology. Key To Math. Eyewitness books.
I have more to write in coming weeks, but for now, what I want to say to those of you who are in the thick of it or just beginning is this:
YOU CAN DO IT.
YOU CAN DO IT.
YOU CAN DO IT.
And it is worth every minute. Every tear. Every worry.
You can do it.
Think in terms of bridges burned
Think of seasons that must end
See the rivers rise and fall
They will rise and fall again
Everything must have an end
Like an ocean to a shore
Like a river to a stream
Like a river to a stream
It's the famous final scene.
Think of seasons that must end
See the rivers rise and fall
They will rise and fall again
Everything must have an end
Like an ocean to a shore
Like a river to a stream
Like a river to a stream
It's the famous final scene.
--Bob Seger
