“So,” she asks from behind the steering wheel, after listening to me unload my worries for a few minutes, “what can you learn about yourself as you look back at the first few months of the school year?” I think on this for a few moments, seatbelt feeling uncomfortably tight, and what comes is: surrender. I can learn surrender (again). Surrender to the impossible dual role of mother and homeschool teacher. Surrender to this work and all its inevitable interruptions as sacred, to these days as God’s, to the slow process of building cathedrals out of children, and to making space for accepting and embracing the life I have, the children I have, the family I have, the mundane holy of each day.
Today, let me keep this holy work front and center.