“….a whole new random place to explore!” (Exactly what my eldest THOUGHT were the words to that song, many years ago.)
If you’d asked me a year ago, I would have expected the coming school year to look very much like every other–maybe a little more “intense” than our standard laid-back methods in preparation for high school, but no major changes expected. I figured we’d be dancing most evenings again, doing our own thing most days, maybe finally getting around to our Field Trip Friday plans.
Alas . . . things have changed. Our beloved dance studio has closed and while we’re all sad about it, the girls have decided to take some time off of dancing (especially since we expect things to close down again and go virtual at some point during the school year) to explore other things that they’ve been interested in but haven’t been able to fit into our busy schedule. Both girls are going to start archery, my oldest is going to learn some stage combat sword-fighting skills, and my younger has started aerial silks. I can only imagine the sisterly circus acts that our future could hold.
While I’m excited about seeing them try new things–and having a dinner schedule not dictated by who needs to be where at what time every evening–it feels like the end of an era. Or the beginning of a new one? Somehow this makes it feel like we have all the time in the world to make adjustments to our homeschool day, but in the interest of reality, I recognize that maybe it’s just more time as a family . . . or more time for the artwork my oldest has been working on so passionately during quarantine, or more time to read the books we’ve been wanting to read, or more time to tackle the giant stack of board games we’ve accumulated in our attempt to become “gameschoolers.” It feels like opportunity amidst the chaos of the world.
If there’s one thing I know about myself and my family, it’s that we don’t tend to handle change very well, but I’m hoping this feels less like change and more like a chance at something new.