I got a note in the mail today. It made me cry. Not in a bad way; they were happy tears. It made me remember THE reason why I started a hybrid homeschool group.
Today was the start of the third week here at A One-Room Schoolhouse. We are a hybrid homeschool group endeavoring to do something amazing. Today, after all the kids had gone home, I was tired…. really tired and I had lost sight of the reason why I had started this crazy journey.
The Reason Why
Really, I just wanted my son to find the rock he had lost as I was helping the other kiddos into their cars. I just wanted my basement (read: the schoolhouse) to have a self-cleaning setting. I wanted today to run just a little bit smoother than it did.
So, I got the mail. Ever do that when you need a break? Just run out and get the mail. Okay, I do. Sometimes it is better than hiding in the pantry eating marshmallows. Sometimes.
I noticed an envelope from one of our Schoolhouse parents. I assumed it was tuition money for this month. Right on time, well done, I thought.
I opened the envelope and I unwrapped the check. To my surprise, the paper around the check had a letter written on it. Handwritten! Who does that any more?
As I stood next to my counter, I read the following words:
(shared with permission)
I am blown away at the operation that is A One-Room Schoolhouse. You have created and executed such a wonderful program. It’s so organized and well done. I know you have a team around you helping and everyone should be so proud of what has been created. My children are thriving after just 4 days at school. They are “light” when I pick them up. When they got off the bus last year, they were so “heavy”. I’m not sure how else to describe it. It’s as if I can see and feel their individual spirit and love of exploration and leaning. Homeschool and A One-Room Schoolhouse is changing our family and we can’t thank you enough for all the time and work that has been put into the school.
Today I felt disorganized. I felt like I was fighting an unknown force trying to discourage me. I felt anything but wonderful.
But, this letter made it all worth it. I will get up in eight hours and prepare for another day at The Schoolhouse.