March takes the snow; March brings the snow.
March is difficult. This is the time of year when homeschooling seems hardest, emotions run roughest, hope seems smallest. All of us get cranky and I start to shop for new curricula in the unexpressed hope that new programs will translate into a new life. I worry and fret. I know in my heart of hearts that I am failing us all miserably.
At least, that’s been the pattern in past years. This year, only 7 years after it all started, I’ve remembered the pattern before it began. I saw it coming and awareness changed it. I’ve noticed that the fluctuating weather systems and vast swings in barometric pressure make us all testy. I’ve noticed that Matthias handles it most poorly and always says something that makes me cry. I’ve noticed that this period of seeing spring but not having spring seems to steal our patience with nature, with ourselves, with each other. I’ve noticed its the season of burnout, and so I’ve stopped taking March seriously.
Like a surfer on a powerful wave, I just ride. I just let things happen without trying to make plans or force them into being.
Homeschooling. Winter. Parenting. Spring. March. It’s a circle of life kind of thing.