Okay. Now I remember why I don’t participate in memes—during the actual school year, who can keep up? (smile) If you want to participate in this meme, please visit Carol at ThreeLittleLadies, and be sure to link your post to her Mr. Linky so that we can all see what life has in store for you. From where I sat this past week,
As an individual, I…
am, in a word, overwhelmed. I had forgotten how much schooling at home takes out of me on a day-to-day basis. Also, I feel like I’m moving on skates with our adjustments this year—three children, three schedules, plus working and managing the home in the interim? In addition, this weekend was our church’s annual Back-to-School Rally, involving the kids at several church services and an almost all day Saturday practice. Oi, vei. I’m glad I know Jesus.
Two seems to be my magic number. For the last 2-3 weeks, I’ve worked out twice on each week. But I’m also eating less, largely as a function of the day’s busy-ness. I eat breakfast as the kids are eating theirs, a snack while they have lunch, and then lunch at almost dinner time. If I can keep it at fruit toward bedtime, I’d be alright. Recent pictures would say otherwise, but I’m feeling thinner.
As a wife and homemaker, I…
am humbled after my husband cooked an inexpensive, excellent Moroccan meatball dish (see here). It was great, and I modeled what I want to see in the house—a spirit of humility. I complimented him and apologized that I had little faith in his ability to shop for great-tasting meals at a low price. Our son also teamed with his younger sister and made raspberry mint popsicles that were the perfect mix of sweet and sour after-dinner delight. As for me, I botched a loaf of friendship bread given to me by Karen, and then botched a frozen lemonade pie after not reading the directions carefully and allowing the lemonade concentrate to thaw. Again, I’ve got too much going on. If there’s any bright spot in this, my husband gave me a not-so-subtle hint that he was burned out on fried okra. So I found a recipe for chicken and okra gumbo—scrumptious. The only negative part of this recipe is that I didn’t wait until that one week of winter that comes our way. I just love soups with cornbread on a cold day.
Anyway, perhaps I’ll get back on my game soon.
As a mom and homeschooling parent, I…
can’t think of a year that we’ve had a better start, even if it is running me ragged. All three kids come down ready to go within 30 mins.—a big switch from the oldest’s hour-long preparation time. It’s amazing how much of your time and energy, and even your perception about school, can center around 1 kid. I am determined to not let that happen to me this year. I think I shared in last week’s wrap-up that I realized that our son didn’t have enough to do. Without a doubt, I know that in part, this was my obsession with trying to craft a better year for the oldest. Knowing that, I am compelled to be sure that she’s on track (and praise God she is), but I’ve also determined that I will run with who’s running and not take responsibility for poor choices on other’s parts. I think this is, in part, where I deter from crowning Charlotte Mason–or any thinker/ educator/ curriculum publisher, for that matter—as an academic cure-all. I have schooled and read long enough to know that there are places within each child that no book, no aid, and no self-help tool will touch. Our children have to be placed in God’s hands, left there, and bathed in prayer so that He can stir up something within them that makes them want to do more and be more. That was the youth pastor’s message on yesterday, confirming some things I’d been thinking over the last few weeks. Today when I read about the great flood with the oldest (as a prelude to starting the Epic of Gilgamesh on next week), I talked about why we were studying classics, what my expectations are, and on a larger scale, why we pursue education in the way we do. Our kids are being prepared to be lights for Jesus—spiritually and academically. They are positioning themselves through their studies to be used mightily for His kingdom. They ought not fit in; something about them should be different. When others are drawn to their light, it’s their chance to minister. Having the conversation opened the door to a series of questions—questions that I would have liked to have been asked weeks ago, but I’ll take them as they come. Who am I to decide how she “gets it?” (one of many places that I need to place under God’s care). Anyway, I think the oldest has embraced the fact that all of her goals for that next level—college, career, etc.—require that she get serious at this level. It’s early, and again, I’m trying to ride the wave, but I’m encouraged that this year will be 180 degrees from last.
For several reasons, we’ve had a staged start, and I’ll probably do this each year from now on. It helped everyone adjust to the task at hand, and there’s nothing like a few days of finishing early to keep everyone motivated. Science for the oldest starts next week, and I still have to purchase our Latin curriculum. Dance starts in September, so we will have had several weeks to “nail down” our routine before having to tweak it for evenings away, Monday-Wednesday and then Friday. It’s funny; at the time that I probably should be most anxious, I’m feeling wonderfully laid back and okay with where we are, and that the children will learn what they need regardless of a 2-week delay on a book or a late clarification on what completed assignments look like (smile).
Our son is sailing, in a word. I had to readjust his schedule, and it seems to be the right level of challenge for him while still allowing him to feel confident. He has poetry this year, and likes it about as much as his older sister did, which isn’t much at all. I listened to him whine about it being hard. “Poetry? Prose? Why, Mom?” Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, I thought. Not sure if I was thinking that about him or about me.
I’m paying the price for not working with the youngest consistently. Somewhere between July and August, all the letters and numbers with “sticks and balls” are getting turned around. So now, we spend too much time rewriting the letter “a,” and the number 9. We’re having fun, though. She’s excited about her new class, history. I’m having to do quite a bit of last-minute research to pull in the kinesthetic pieces for her and attempt to make history more relatable. Given my own bent toward visual learning, this part evades me. However, I found a great book on art projects as they relate to science. Last week, we talked about our uniqueness and used paints to complete fingerprint animals. I can’t wait to show you the pics! In the meantime, here are their first day of school pics. (Notice the difference between this dose of reality and the first set of pics pre-school from my August 11th post!)
As a business owner, I…
am having to force myself to stay mindful of the forest in the midst of the trees. I have articles to submit and writing to do, but I’ve given myself some slack as I get the kids off to a solid start.
May the Lord bless your week as well.