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We're Gunna Do A Thing....

It is a funny thing.

I often look back over the years of words poured out over the blog and laugh. So young. Naive.  Immature.

Words filled the screen--gushing about raising my daughter--mostly.  Life.  Fitness.  Being a wife.

Looking back, it feels like a simpler time.  While I wouldn't have thought so at the time.

Now, I read and wonder-how did I get so off track? Don't get me wrong, I have experienced SO much growth over the past 9 years. But the passion for parenting that had me writing day after day after day--vanished.

There are a million little things.

Raising toddlers is hard.
Raising two kids is hard.
Raising three kids is hard.
It was no longer the new thing in my life.
I've been at this parenting thing for 8 years now.
So many factors.

But at some point, I stopped cherishing parenting and started enduring it. 

 For awhile now, my prayers have been asking God to give me more patience with my kids. That I could be a mom that would be God honoring.  Yet day after day I would lose my temper and yell. Or pursue ways to disconnect from life and parenting. Thank you social media and Netflix.

Meanwhile, over the years--I would pick up the idea of homeschools.  I would wrestle with the idea, and put it back on the shelf. Homeschooling has always been a thing. Sometimes I humored the idea more than others. But as kid 1 and then kid 2 went away to school all day--life got pretty sweet.

Coffee.  Gym life. Brunches. Play date. Naps. Coffee shops. Naps.

Homeschool would me sacrificing my hard earned freedom from the mom grind. Homeschooling would mean sacrificing morning gym life.  Homeschool would require patience.  Tenderness. Organization. Followthrough.  None of which, interested me much.

But suddenly, we said yes. And I feel like God has turned my heart upside down. Something I didn't actually want to do, is now something I can't stop thinking about.  I am SO excited. This parenting thing I have been trying to shove aside, is now the center of my life again.  And boy, it feels right.....

And so it begins. and the party continues.....

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