I think I can be a referee when I’m done homeschooling.
Not a day goes by that I’m not breaking up a fight, shouting, waving my hands in the air, stamping my foot on the ground or my hand on the tabletops and counters.
Are we homeschoolers? Absolutely. Is this the UFC? Sometimes I wonder….But we’re human, too. Or at least I know I was the last time I looked in the mirror.
I was amused when a dear Aunt visiting from overseas told me I was “perfect” for homeschooling. She had no idea what the live action usually was in my home. Now most of you are reading this so you’ve never heard me speak. I’m normally a soft-spoken and calm woman when I’m around adults (honest, pinky-swear). With the kids, especially when our homeschool version of a UFC match is on, I am transformed into what they call the Mommy Monster (that’s kid-speak for The Referee).
Every day I pray for patience, patience and more patience. Some days I forget how sweet, adorable and huggable babies my kids once were. I can’t imagine how Mama was able to survive me, my 2 brothers and sister. I cannot remember her ever losing her temper with us. She’s the epitome of calmness. Well, maybe just once, with me, because I was quite the hardheaded long playing cry-baby of us four. I remember her losing her temper because I refused to take my nap. She didn’t even shout. I think she was having a bad day and threw my rag-doll at me because I was such a nut.
I wonder sometimes if this is payback for all those times …