When my daughter was in Elementary School she struggled mightily. Everything was difficult and frustrating. By the end of the third grade it became clear to me that the public school system was not able to meet her educational needs. So I started looking for the answer. I looked at private schools, schools affiliated with churches and even a boarding school, trying desperately to avoid the call I knew God had put on my heart. Homeschooling.
I knew to take on the task of homeschooling my daughter meant giving up my at-home-mom time. No more tennis on Thursday mornings. No more racketball at the club on Fridays. No more lunches with the girls…… Homeschooling my daughter meant putting her first and I knew God wanted me to learn this lesson.
It was an incredibly hard year for us both. My daughter missed her friends and I did too! I often railed at God accusing Him of insisting I take on this herculean task without given me the tools for success. And somehow, yelling at God allowed me to hear His voice. Persevere. Hold fast.
At the end of the year she could read! And add, subtract, multiply and divide. I was so proud of her accomplishment and knew she was ready to tackle all the challenges ahead.
My daughter is in college now. You’d never know she didn’t learn how to read until she was 9 years old. She is doing exceptionally well and dreams of being a Supreme Court Judge! But more importantly, she thanks me often for the year we spent together. She learned to read and I learned the joy of sacrifice.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment