BB would be at the end of his kindergarten year if we hadn’t chosen the homeschooling route. I look at him and see how small he is and I just feel so grateful that this is the path we have chosen. Sure, sometimes he’s a real pill and I fantasize about sending him off for 8 hours every day. I think of all the free time I’d have and how I could fill my time doing “ME THINGS”. I think every homeschooling parent feels these things from time to time, but when he and I are sitting at the breakfast table, still in our jammies, at 8:30 in the morning I realize how lucky we both are. I get to be with him all the time. I get him the best hours of his day, and I know who my child is more thoroughly than I’ve ever known anybody. We have a wonderful group of friends that we hang with more days than not, and the support I get is amazing. Our days are filled with outings, activities, classes, tours, books, movies, cooking and playing in the mud. What a lucky kid to be able to dig mud trenches instead of having to sit at a desk. And what a lucky mom I am to get to watch my kid grow and learn, to see that spark of joy when something captures his interest. I may need copious amounts of caffeine to get me through my days, but I’d rather be here, with my son, than anywhere else in the world.