My Biggest Regret and My Biggest Fear
I'm an idealist. As I've discovered time and again, combining naiveté and idealism makes for an interesting, challenging and usually doomed-to-fail reality. As many women do, before I had kids, I had firm ideas about how I would raise my own children. As we started raising them and now homeschooling them, I've been confronted by every single one of my weaknesses. I think I assumed, in my pre-kid days, that my weaknesses would magically disappear when I had kids. Strangely, or rather, predictably, they did not. Most notably here, my inability to stick with a self-imposed schedule. I simply do not have the self-discipline (and I get queasy thinking about how I can't pass along what I don't possess. I'm so sorry, kids .) I'm reminded by many that I have a lot of [other] gifts. But to me who knows and sees my weaknesses played out nearly every hour of every day, those gifts: home improvement projects, cooking, thriftiness, etc. seem insignificant when I r