Homeschooling is loud and messy and cluttered and chaotic and overwhelming and frustrating and LOUD. But it’s also beautiful and rewarding and heartwarming and, dare I say, even peaceful sometimes. I still treasure my alone time, and I still seek out snippets to be away from my kids. That desperate need to escape my kids is just gone.
I was sitting down to type this out as a status, but realized it would be extremely long. So I decided to come here and sweep away the cobwebs and write for a few seconds. Homeschooling is going well. A much longer post is coming. But with everything else on my plate (a part-time job … [Read more…]
Tomorrow is the day I have kind of dreaded for the last three months. August 26th. The day Ezra shoulda woulda coulda be going back to public school to start 3rd grade. I expected this day to hit me hard with panic: like HOLY CRAP WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!?! Instead, my heart is full of PEACE and EXCITEMENT and ALL THE HAPPY FEELS! We are doing this. We are really doing this!!!
I’m officially reviving our former “Beauty in the Mess” Blog Series, a series where I count God’s blessing in my life and the gifts He has given me – sharing both the messy AND the beautiful! Because our primary focus as a family right now is homeschooling our eldest, I will share a few snippets here and there of some of our good homeschooling moments (and maybe a few of our messy ones, too!).
There’s only one problem: there is far more to life than book smarts. And there’s far more to becoming a successful little boy than knowing the difference between a trapezoid and a triangle or being able to say all of the letter sounds.
some of the randomness that’s been going through my head the past few weeks
I am starting this series here, because it’s where I started – not necessarily because I think it’s the best place to start.
This series is for the underachieving moms. This isn’t about being supermom. It does not involve crazy curriculums, hours of lesson plans, or even logging into Pinterest. This stuff is going to be easy. I promise.
Next Saturday, on a beautiful sunny day in May, you’ll turn your tassel. Your perfect day will be the beginning of a tumultuous decade of change and pain and growing up the hard way.
I was starting to wonder if I missed the “Yes, all three-year-olds go to preschool” memo. But it’s where God has us, and it’s okay.