Nothing could have prepared me for the day that my little elementary homeschool grew up.
Looking back, it feels like it happened overnight, but that isn’t really true. Changes began when my oldest entered middle school and they continued throughout that first year. There was a whole new level of resistance to schoolwork, complaining and dismay about field trips, and whining about crafts and hands-on activities.
What on earth happened?
Where, oh where, did my happy homeschool go? Oh, where, oh where could it be?
Turns out that I was going to find that happy homeschool again, but it was going to be a bumpy ride.