Yesterday, I got up the nerve to walk into one of the little country school houses down the valley.  I drilled the teacher, scanned a couple of books, noticed the American Flag.  Then, I did it, I gave in.  I asked her nonchalantly if they had any openings for my second grader.

She said No.

So there you go.

This is something I have been praying about and every time I try to go my own way....the door closes in my face.

Maybe, just maybe, it's not about me. 
Maybe it is.
Might I be a quitter, a giver upper?  Might I need to grow, to stretch a little, get a bit uncomfortable?
Maybe, just maybe, God's plan is for my kids to be raised at home and not at school.
So why do I fight it? 
Because I want my way.  I want quiet days filled with reading books, blogs, and going for walks.  I want to go out to coffee whenever I want.  Oh to sit and watch a movie, or one of those talk shows, munching on my plate of nachos, sucking down a soda.  Mmmm I salivate just thinking of it.
Yuck!  Don't I sound like a spoiled brat?

Maybe, just maybe, I am supposed to sit and read a book to my kindergartner, listen to my second grader do math drills and teach her the art of cookie baking.  Maybe we are to share a plate of nachos while watching some silly Disney show and then go outside to play.  Maybe I am supposed to be the one they learn from, they share their hearts with, laugh with, cry with. 

I am so glad I was told no.  So so very glad.