Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Easter pictures

I'm over at my homeschooling blog talking about Charlotte Mason, turning off the t.v., and getting out of my comfort zone. I'll probably be reflecting on the t.v. topic here soon.

But for now, here are a few of my favorite pictures and memories from Easter this year.

We had a simple and lovely weekend here. The boys are both at fun ages for holidays.  We hadn't done anything with the Easter Bunny (you can read my Santa thoughts here), but Sunday morning The Hubs says something to the boys like, "Oh did you hear that? I think I hear something hopping in the house."  Bubby had a look of fear overtake his face, thinking a stranger or bad guy was in the house.  The Hubs eleviated his fears, and the boys found small baskets of candy and a couple of books on the kitchen table.

Other than that, we spent time dying eggs on Saturday, and then searching for plastic filled ones in both yards on Sunday. (Our front yard was egged in a good way by neighborhood kids Sunday morning with a note for us). I made two kinds of Pioneer Woman breakfast rolls to have at brunch. The lemon-blueberry ones were a hit!

 Bugaboo loved his new hat, which is amazing since he is not a fan of costumes or accessories. He does, however, love to put a mixing bowl on his head when he plays in the kitchen, so maybe this was familiar.

We attended Good Friday and Easter Sunday services at church.My favorite part of  the Good Friday service was the responsive reading of Old Testament prophecies and the New Testament fulfillment, partly because a female co-led the reading (at our SBC church!), but mostly because it was a beautiful review of what I have learned  in my year spent in the book of Matthew in BSF.

It was a lovely weekend spent with my little family celebrating some of the most important things to us.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


Bugaboo cried for an unknown reason for half an hour before Bubby's preschool pick-up time. He cried for the first part of the drive to preschool as well.  Oceans by Hillsong United happened to come on the radio, and though Bug's tears slowed down, mine started.  The words seemed different today.

I'm sure many of the people listening to this song which speaks of going where God calls them, walking upon water, trust without borders imagine God calling them to do something really awesome - like start a church or be a missionary or stand up for a certain cause. There are probably all types of people raising their hands in different church venues every weekend to their song, perhaps thinking of this music as a sort of spiritual pep rally. I love a good spiritual pep rally, a word encouraging me to go and do great things for Jesus.

But I am not going anywhere. The great unknown for me isn't a new location or a new calling. The great unknown for me is in my mothering. All of the little things in my little world creating an ocean filled with waves - scaring me, amazing me, humbling me.

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, the song says.  Do we really want that as we sing it? Trust without borders may mean moving to a foreign land to spread the Gospel.  Sometimes it is trusting in the midst of being with my three year old through his crying spell, through his inability to communicate the way we both want.

Wherever you may call me may not be platforms or sanctuaries or airports. It may mean waiting rooms. Literal waiting rooms for therapies and doctor appointments and IEP meetings.

Where my feet may fail and fear surrounds me -- the fear that I am failing to meet both of my childrens' needs, to be a good wife and daughter and friend. Failing in so many ways, but knowing I can't stop getting back up.

Then there's the last part of the song, I will call upon your name... I will rest in your embrace... and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior.

Sometimes churchy people give out pat-answers, "Let go and let God." or "God won't give you anything you can't handle." (untrue)

But the presence of my Savior. That's the key for me right there. It doesn't magically make everything better, but there is peace. There is empowerment. There is relief and rest.

Monday, April 7, 2014

So I'm officially going to be "one of those people"

"Four?... When is your birthday?" a person will ask him.
Bubby then responds with his birth date.
"Oh, you get to go to kindergarten next year!" the person replies with a big smile on his/her face.
"Mommy is going to be my teacher next year," Bubby tells them with an equally as big smile.
And then the person usually fumbles with what to say.

This has happened several times in the last month.I know it will only increase in the spring and summer months. I cringe thinking about it. Inside I am saying, I don't want to be labeled as one of those people.

I want to explain or justify our decision. I want to pull out all of my books on the Charlotte Mason method or classical education. I want to tell them about my wonderful years in the public school classroom. Yet, I also want to tell about the moments I had both as student and teacher that make me say, "My child will never go to a school like that."

I want to defend my rights. I want to show them my pro and con lists of every single option we looked at. Every. Single. Option. (Even the options I swore I would never look at.) I feel the need to tell them Bubby was included in the decision making process - we presented him with options and still keep asking him if he is sure he wants to be home for kindergarten. I want to talk about Common Core and socialization and lockdown drills and how much I love the fact that I get to teach and learn right along with my very own child.

But I say none of this usually.  I just smile and move on for the most part.

It is a weird thing to really be stepping into homeschooling. The weirdest thing about it is kindergarten will not look that much different than what we already do.  We already read lots of books together each week. We already explore math concepts and Bubby has picked up on phonics both formally and informally. We already sing and do art projects and have lots of imaginative play.  Kindergarten is going to look very similar to our pre-kindergarten life.

And that is precisely one of the reasons we are choosing this option for next year.

Mommy-ing is my favorite. Teaching is my second favorite. Researching and implementing all things about education and parenting is my third favorite. It wouldn't make sense for me NOT to do this next year.

(Sidenote: I will be blogging about our homeschooling stuff mostly at my other blog. I don't write on it that much these days, but I'm sure that will change in the weeks and months ahead.)