What a beautiful day. The sun was shining in the crisp, clear sky. The white snow covered the barren landscape. And zboys tore across the lawn, sliding from the top of the snow bank left by the plough down to the trees. This all started first thing this morning and lasted through most of the day. Those poor kids on the school bus. It drove by, zboys oblivious to the fact that it was filled with children that had to get up this morning and get ready for school, gather their books, and head out to a day of “learning.” My boys didn’t even get dressed…they suited up in their snow gear over their pajamas, eager to not miss a moment of sledding and fort making and sheer enjoyment of the simple, glorious, glittering, snow.
To be sure, zfirstborn also spent a large portion of the day curled up by the pellet stove, reading. And that was our day. I cleaned, with zgirl as my shadow, and zboys played and read. Ztwinone also went down to zmr’s workshop and made a crossbow. Again. And I wonder. Who will remember this day more, and all that they learned…
Not that this is a competition, by any means. Everyone has to do what is right by their own family. But it is often a temptation to compare our homeschooled children to others and worry. Worry if we have hit all the bases, worry how they will compare to those in school, worry if we have chosen the right curriculum, worry if they are “on track,” worry that someday, somehow, someone is going to show us how we failed, and how much was missing in their education. But not today. Today I am content in the surety that my children learned. They learned about joy, contentment, appreciation, gravity, momentum, industry, fresh air, the crunch of boots on day old snow, sharing, and how even the invisible is visible in the right circumstances; misty breath a cloud in the frozen landscape.
We did not do “school” today. But my children learned. And so did I.
stumblingtoholiness 
❤ Sounds perfect.