Oh my. January is over already. Things have been *quite* busy around here. Homeschool is rolling along, and we’ve managed to avoid a January slump. I think the fact that we’ve had some crazy warm days has helped. Even though Evy and I have a hard time fully enjoying warm days in winter…we know too much.
And then of course, there have been the snow storms that I have popped up between the warm days.
February promises to be another busy, busy month. There are the usual commitments, plus swim meets and….drum roll…another jewelry show to prepare for! I’ve been hard at work creating more lovely pieces for my favorite heroines. Here’s a sneak peek.
More information to come soon! Until then, happy crafting/schooling/living to all!
This year marks my third year homeschooling. My kids are seven and three, or second grade and preschool to use traditional terms. When we began our homeschool journey, we were pretty low-key about it. There was no need to structure preschool or kindergarten. We read books, or played games with numbers. We went to the library, the museum, and the zoo. It was lovely and fun.
When my daughter started first grade work, things changed. For the first time, we had structured curriculums. And we had quite a few of them. Math, history, writing, grammar, and spelling, plus less structured subjects like science, art, and music. My son was two, and like most mothers of young children, I felt overwhelmed.
By the end of that first “real” school year, things had become…not fun. It was stressful, for me and for Evy. She started to complain and drag her feet about every subject, and I started to lose my patience because your brother is napping so let’s get this done!
We muddled through, and took a much needed break that summer. I knew something had to change; I knew I wanted to rekindle the joy we had felt that first year of homeschool. I just didn’t know what to do.
I thought community might help. So being the introvert that I am, I sought out blogs and finally stumbled upon a few podcasts. I found Homeschooling in the North Woods, and through Alisha and Amanda I discovered Brave Writer.
And suddenly, something clicked. I realized that I didn’t have to do school at home. The traditional classroom was the only school experience I knew, and I had tried to recreate it without thinking. So I talked it over with my husband, and we decided to back off a bit. We’re trying to do less each week, and we’re trying to make what we do more fun and engaging. Now you can find us lighting candles for copywork, reading history in a blanket fort, doing science experiments, and enjoying poetry tea time.
Trying to find a community and listening to others’ experiences helped me remember that I can do this. There is no right way, and our homeschool does not need to look like a classroom. Homeschool will be whatever it is in my home. And that is just what it needs to be.
I hope that you can find space to stop and breathe, to relax into whatever endeavor you are a part of. It isn’t always easy. So next week, when I am freaking out that we haven’t accomplished enough, or that my daughter is behind in math, or that my son watched too much TV that day, I will try very hard to pause, breathe, and relax.
Here it is. The first post. I have sat for a moment or two, or ten, trying to come up with something meaningful to say. Something witty, perhaps a bit inspiring. Some amazing post that would draw my nonexistent readers in, enticing them to spend a tiny slice of time with me as I ponder a myriad of topics such as math blocks, budget friendly dinners, and preferred knitting needles.
Then I realized that no matter what I slapped up here, I would hate it. Because my daughter doesn’t get her perfectionist tendencies from the fairies she so loves. And so, dear readers (future readers?), I give you this. A picture of my most favorite coffee mug. I bought it in a shop on Ocracoke many years ago. It’s my favorite because it’s just the right size, it fits comfortably in my hand, and because it calls me to do what I have such trouble doing.