“There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die is a process of learning.” J Krishnamurti
disclaimer: please, just continue on your happy way today if you are one to be sensitive to a certain type of school- be it homeschool, unschool, public school, any type of school– as I do not intend to offend ; )
I only intend to take one, maybe two of you? on a tip-toe journey through a crazy thing called:
this.right here… this girl. THIS homeschool mommas real “live” life.
Here i am. Standing amongst all things we call, in our home, opportunities of learning- strewn out all over once again as I tackle a school room move.
Yup, there it is- all behind me, around me, and almost on top of me and I am wondering, for the one millionth time… why did I decide to move the school room again and where in the world am I going to put all of this stuff?
oh my goodenss… HA!! hilarious. ( i know)
Caution, it’s a goofy post today.
It’s a crazy life here because there are lego creations all around.
And my two little boys? Well, they aren’t your typical “classical homeschool boys” who like only Swiss Family Robinson, stories of Civil War, and knights of old. They also take to ‘the liberal likings’ of Batman and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Because there are years, upon years, upon years of old school work I just can’t bring myself to part with and every time someone says to me, “So… what do you guys actually do all day?” I want to say: “Come sit with me over coffee and conversation for several weeks and we’ll pour over old studies of birds, creation, elements and body parts. Come read the stories we’ve written. Please, come and listen to my stores of tears shed over multiplication facts and hard division- heck, even two plus two on some days.”
Because we don’t really take art in a fashionable way. We just sit with our granny, listen to her stories of girlhood, and paint along side her and somehow? Somehow we learn how to paint by just sitting with her.
You see, we have books upon books that occupy our shelves.
And lessons upon lessons just waiting for us to get to.
But often times? Often times we find…
And while life is happening and we are learning- those kids of mine grow bigger than weeds.
So when she says to me “I think I want to be a doctor, mom. I want to learn medicine and the healing power of Gods design for the body and take it to another world.”
I start to break a sweat and think, How in the world am I ever going to prepare her for that? Because we take lego breaks, and we aren’t always in workbooks, and we cry over math, and sometimes we have to go to the grocery store during the day?
How do I live life and raise a up a doctor?
And then, of course, as I type these quick words- there are two more of my precious girls who are placing bandages on their dogs and cat in the make-believe veterinary office that has overtaken their once bedroom. One does the diagnosis, the other takes care of the animal. They take turns checking people in because their office is so busy. I hear one say- “I think it’s a thorn in her hind leg causing the pain.”
One little boy just finished language and asked me if he could start painting.
Oh no, what will I have to help him become?
Here’s the scoop.
I’ll finish up these words– grab a book and snuggle with my girls. We’ll pour over language lessons, history, math, and even talk about the vet office. That little man of mine will paint whatever his little imagination can put on paper. I’ll correct one, two, or all six of them at some point today.
I’ll help them all with something they’re struggling with. Maybe it will be educational, however most times it turns out to be character. I’ll struggle with patience and feeling like I’m getting it all wrong. again. Then, tonight we’ll make dinner, we’ll all work together to set the table- someone will do something rude and I’ll have to bend low and re-direct them into love a.g.a.i.n.
All the while… really, I am the one being re-directed by having to love them over and over again. I am the one learning the lesson. Then we will sit. We will sit and enjoy our meal together talking about our day.
They’re learning. Because love is the best form of teaching.
Take it from a momma who struggles to love through lenses of self-imposed perfection.
Love. always. works.
Sitting with them while they cry over hard math and backwards letters; all while somehow remaining calm– is working. They’re learning.
Pouring over new lessons and figuring out how to better teach that certain subject- it’s worth it. They’re learning.
Helping their words be kind, reaction come slow, and ears be open big- it’s worth it. They’re learning.
“Learning is not the product of teaching. Learning is the product of the activity of learners.” John Holt
And so am I– right there along side of them.
My method? never homeschool. Just live. love. and laugh realllly big every day.
“The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.”
Henry Ward Beecher
Crazy & always learning, (hard lessons!)
Loves this day and always,
no tobacco was used in the production of this post. (HA!)