It finally feels like November. The temperature is dropping and we can hear the wind howling. Outside our windows we see the chilly gusts tossing the leaves around as our neighbors scurry their children to the car.
It is time to for school to begin. I draw my daughter into my lap. Our big comfy recliner is a great place to start. We wrap up in a blanket and start our reading lesson. We are reading Little House on the Prairie. My daughter can recognize only a few of the words so far but loves the story. The blanket is not the only thing that warms me as she pleads with her eyes and says ''Oh, one more chapter Mom, please?''.
I wouldn't want anyone else to experience this with her. I am so thankful that I get to be her mother and teacher.
Homeschooling is not easy and it is never ending. Days like today make it all worth 
it.
it.
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