Tempus Timoris
This morning my daughter and I argued over her Latin homework that she needed to get done. It wasn't really about the Latin. In the grand scheme of things, I don't give a fig for Latin. It was about how the things we choose to invest in within our lives shapes our character. It was about the fact that sometimes I feel like a terrible mom. (I feel this even more so when I have to nag her about homework. Strange as I might be, my parents never had to nag me about homework. Chores, yes. Homework, no.) It was about the fact that sometimes I wonder if made a mistake in choosing to homeschool my children. It was mainly about my own fears. Sometimes, it feels as if I am alone in educating these kids, and if they end up struggling and failing, it's a reflection on me on my choice to educate them at home. Sometimes it feels like people are always watching ... always judging ... judging the moments that my kid is a little awkward in social situations, judging if one of them doesn...