My house is very quiet today.
It is a sign of things to come as a new season approaches. There is only one week left until my homeschooling days come to an end.
Doug is at the office, Josh is at school, and Julia is at play practice getting ready for the Little Women performance this weekend.
Right now, I can hear the birds singing and the drone of a plane flying overhead. Our dog Buddy is sleeping beside me as I type.
And I wonder…what’s next?
For over a decade, I have been the principal of “Brown Academy” (that is what we called our homeschool…very exclusive). :). Our days were filled with a constant hum of activity.
Somehow, I thought those days would go on forever.
I don’t regret a moment of it. I was given the precious opportunity to spend the minutes and months and years with my children, watching them grow and learn and mature.
As I mentioned previously, I went into homeschooling with great trepidation, feeling totally inadequete for the monumental task ahead of me.
And I was. It was only by the grace of God that I was able to do it.
It was without a doubt the hardest thing I have ever done. But oh, how joyous it was!
I love the people my children are becoming and I consider myself privileged to have shared that journey with them thus far.
So many people have asked me what I will be doing in the fall and I don’t have an answer…yet.
I’m excited about a new phase, another chapter, a turning of the page.
But for today…the silence is loud…and as happy, noisy echoes from the past fill my mind, I remember…and give thanks for precious memories of times gone by.
To everything there is a season… (Ecclesiastes 3:1)