Have you ever seen a northern sunrise? The colors are spectactular – brilliantly exploding the sky into a million different dimensions. If you look one way, you see hues of purple and blue, look yet another way, and you will find fierce oranges and reds. No matter which way you look, though, your spirit brightens with anticipation of a new day, full of promise and expectation. You know that though there will be challenges and trials, somehow, someway, you are given another chance to make better choices than the day before – another chance to do something exceptional.
Tomorrow is our Northern Sunrise. Our new beginning. Full of promise and optimism, with a smidge of realism mixed in. Tomorrow begins this new journey that we, as a family, are embarking upon. Tomorrow, Northern Sunrise, our official homeschool name, will open its doors.
I have spent many hours, over the past few days, pouring over workbooks, lesson plans, and texts. With wonderment. I marvel at the knowledge I somehow missed when a child. What would our world be like if the first time around, we soaked up even 95% of the information we got in the classroom? Can you imagine?
Sheets of discarded outlines and potential schedules lay in the wastebasket as testament to my obsession over achieving some amount of structure. Finally, attached to my clipboard lies the basic…schedule. Though, I know full well, it will be erased, re-worked, re-vamped at least a dozen times. And, as a pretty, um… anal organized person, I can honestly say… I’m ok with that.
Wish us luck as we jump full throttle into this – well, maybe luck isn’t the thing we need most – perhaps, it is grace. But then again – each one of us already has that, don’t we.