Last summer I wanted to do some structured learning activities with my boys but it never happened. It could blame it on the fact that I had a baby but that’s not the reason. I just didn’t do it.
This summer I wanted to try again. I thought about it in May hoping that I could get it planned out and start as soon as school got out. I didn’t. I thought about it a lot but June was a crazy month and we weren’t at home for most of it. I figured it would be easier to start when we were home. The end of June I finally took the time to make a plan. Then I never implemented it.
And now it’s August. There are only 3 weeks until school starts. Once again I have gone the whole summer without following through with my plans.
This happens a lot. I always seem to have good intentions but don’t follow through. I get frustrated with myself which leads me to think of all of the things I haven’t done that I wanted to and all of the other ways that I fall short. I get discouraged and down.
Last night as I was rocking Baby Boy, putting him to bed, I started thinking about the fact that summer was almost over and I still hadn’t implemented my plan. Instead of the usual self destructive thoughts I thought that even though the summer was almost over it wasn’t too late to start. It was the first day of August, I could tell the boys that we were getting ready to go back to school. And that’s what we did. This morning we spent about an hour doing some writing, math and reading.
It’s amazing how much better I feel. I need to learn from this experience. The past is the past. There’s nothing I can do about it. Getting down on myself for what I didn’t do and can’t change isn’t a way to live. What I can do is learn from my past so that I benefit my future.
And just because I haven’t started doesn’t mean it’s too late.