I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning out our homeschooling armoire.
I thought that it would be a fairly quick undertaking, as I had planned just to open a garbage bag, dump most of the contents inside, and be done with it.
Who was I kidding?
This task ended up taking hours and eventually I was surrounded on the floor by remnants of the past four years. There were postcards from various field trips, some loose photographs, notebooks filled with writing assignments, careful cursive practice, several strips of Julia’s self-penned comic strip ” Mousey,” math worksheets, meticulously written results from the many science projects done around our kitchen table, some history books from the ‘Beautiful Feet’ curriculum that we all loved.
(Side note: I hated history in school. It was all so boring, simply memorizing dates so I could pass the test. My dad was a major history buff and tried many times to convince me that it was absolutely fascinating. It wasn’t until I started reading history in story form to my kids through this curriculum that I finally realized how right he was. I learned so much, right along with the kids. So many nights during those years, Doug would come home and I would tell him something I had learned that day. I would ask, “Did you know that??!” And always, he would smile affectionately and say, yes, he had learned that way-back-when in school.) 🙂
When I finally finished clearing everything out, filing what I needed to, getting rid of the garbage bags, I closed the armoire door…and realized anew that the door to that sweet season has closed.
Soon afterward, I turned on my iPod and was amazed at the Vanessa Williams song that started to play:
Oh how the years go by
Oh how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes, the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry…as the years go by
They certainly do.