Starting With Love

Sometimes patience presents itself as practice. As I end the second week of our homeschool, which is a more rigorous and classical curriculum this year, there are days when the idealistic vision of teaching paints a beautiful picture—and others when I am met squarely with myself. Being in this role is a gift. And it’s not easy. On the days when I ask my son for the fifteenth time to put down whatever he’s fiddling with and pay attention, followed by the vernacular quintessential to a teenage...