We all feel it. We’re nearing the end of the school year. Home school moms are especially giddy. Even those of us who lay claim to home schooling year round. I’m one of those moms, but I do have a definite start and end date. They are just close together.
Not unlike my hot flashes.
We finish our school year toward the end of May, just in time for me to
run away to attend our home school convention with my sisters-in-law plus a gaggle of home schooling com padres. Then in our little House of Higher Learning, we take about 6 weeks respite, and begin again in mid-July. In this way we’re able to get in four 9 week sessions, taking two 2 week breaks (one in Fall, one in Spring) and we take the entire month of December off. This has been a great schedule for us.
In the merry month of May we also mark the end of all the activities. We ended our A.H.G. (Christian scouting) year with a final Court of Honor last weekend. I watched my Emme graduate from the Explorer’s unit and cross over to become a Pipa.
Then again tonight I watched her graduate from the Awana program. She’s very nearly officially in junior high. Or what the Floridians call, middle school.
I call it just another reason to dye my hair.
I thought I’d get a little teary at the Awana Awards ceremony tonight, as I waited for our little Sparks group to get their awards. But most of my attention was focussed on a very fidgety Jensen who kept popping up off his official spot on the floor to rush over to us lamenting the fact that he did not finish his book.
Not only did he not finish his 2nd year book, but he’s still on his 1st year book. In fact, he’s rather at the beginning of his 1st year book. As he watched child after child receive a ribbon for finishing, he sulked over to us one last time with his head hanging low, “I JUST CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.” Using his best outside voice.
When the time finally did come for him to receive his certificate of participation as a parting gift, he did not hear his name because he was too busy chatting with his neighbor. “Jensen,” I hissed, “This is your moment.” With that he let out a big whoop and ran up to get the piece of paper that said he came to Awana sometimes. It’s generally hard to get the boy to commit to anything.
This is really the last week for all official activities. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. But because I’m OCD, I’m already printing out a calendar for next year and gathering all of the used curriculum possible to begin in July. It never really ends, does it?
We’re preparing for our end of the year camping trip with our small group and of course the convention. Then it’s off to finish all of the half baked projects that I started and never finished over the last year.
What big plans do you have for your summer break (and I use the word break very loosely)?