The War

    When I married the man of my dreams I was certain we would home school and at the time it seemed so far off. I had our first child before I finished my tour in the Navy and Alex was in his final year of Nursing School at ODU. Still home school seemed so far in the distance. A short time later, I left the Navy and Alex returned to the Air Force and I to school. Quickly, baby number two arrived and I struggled to adjust to two very young children. I was surprised to find that adjusting to two young children was much harder than going from no children to one! Abby, our eldest, was only 22 months old when Garrett came along.
     As the decision of home school loomed, much more quickly than anticipated, I warred with myself over the wisdom of the choice. What if I failed? What if I couldn't muster the patience? What if my kids were hindered instead of helped by this endeavor? Then there were the more self-centered questions. What about me? I haven't finished my own education! When will I ever have time to myself again? What about my dreams of being a writer?
     A long drawn out battle has finally come to an end. I will be homeschooling and this summer is a dry run of how my family works with this endeavor. I probably could have chosen something a little less daunting than teaching all of us Russian. Why Russian? This may be the question may be bounding about your mind as you read this. My husband is Russian and his whole family speaks it. My earlier endeavors to learn it were thwarted by sea duty and it slipped into the background of my goals. I have always wanted to incorporate his heritage into our home life and now I am getting serious. Our children are growing and this need to be a part of our daily lives now.
     There comes a time in everyone's life when they have to stop planning and start doing. The time is now.