“Lord, I have nothing left to give.”
I spoke those words from a heap on the floor. I was empty. I was broken. I was lost.
When I started this homeschooling journey, I was an arrogant 24 year old college graduate. I believed my education and mothering abilities would “save” me and my homeschool. Surely, I was smarter and better equipped to teach my own children than some woman in some classroom down the street. Surely, my loving arms and cheerful heart would envelope my children and give them all they could possibly need in a loving education. Surely, I was enough.
But, it wasn’t long before I came to end of myself.
I naively believed my days would resemble Cassatt paintings and Tasha Tudor storybooks, when in reality, I was constantly meeting myself coming and going. How in the world was I going to homeschool these children when I had nothing left to give?