Thursday, August 30, 2012

Time Travel

Ever notice how time does strange things sometimes?

Seems to me like the days blend into weeks, and weeks into months, and always always always there is laundry, sweeping, schoolwork, tidy-up-the-mess, play-outside, and then laundry again, sweeping again....well, you get the idea.

Being a mother of small children seems to go on FOREVER! (...and not forever, as you know all too well.)

Every day, while new in its own special way, seems so much like every day before it.

Until.....Bam.

Something new.

Something different.

Something BIG.

And you step back, smile, shed a few tears, and realize that childhood is not really forever after all. 

And those darn cute-stinky-messy-busy-crazy-loud-tearful-wiggly-bouncy-giggly-tousled up kids are going to throw a kink in the works because they are going to GROW UP somehow.

And I can't figure out if that hurts or feels good.

A little of both I guess.



Today I finished Damek's new quilt, which had lots of squares that were special to him in some way. Cars. Owls. Dinosaurs. Fishies. Footballs. Soccerballs. Puppies.

I took him in this morning and we sat on the bed. He pointed to different squares and named off the ones that he noticed and loved. He knew it was a special quilt just for HIM. It felt so good to watch him tangibly touch each piece and really feel the specialness of himself.

And then, this afternoon came. I cuddled him, played his music, started the fan. Then I snuggled him down, with his Mr. Owley, in his new bed.

Afterwards, I walked back to our room and looked into the empty crib. I looked for that baby for a minute, even though I knew he wasn't really gone.

But in a way, the baby really was gone.

And that made me cry.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Why/ How I Became a Homeschoolin' Momma

In our small town, homeschooling is not very common. In fact, it is almost nonexistant. We have a great, tight-knit community and a wonderful school district with two great schools. (Incidentally, both of them are just mere blocks away from our home. The Jr./ Sr. High where my husband teaches is right outside our front door.)

From the time my daughter was in Kindergarten I've gotten so many questions about homeschooling. There can be lots of curiosity, doubt, misunderstanding. In our current age of public schooling, why would anyone want or need to keep their kiddo at home? 

Good question. I have an answer for OUR family, but I know for a fact that it is not the same for every homeschooling pod, so there is no one "right" answer or choice. 

However, I know that I was placed on a path in life. I cannot always see the bends in the road, or plan for the pitfalls that await me. I do know that my Maker is with me, and He guides me along. Should I chose to listen to Him, I will find wisdom, peace that requires no understanding, and most importantly, love. I know what is at the end of my road even if I do not know how my travels will go in-between.

One of my biggest lessons learned in my homeschooling journey thus far is: God has created me to be ME! My unique talents, abilities, and even weaknesses are all a part of who I am, who I am becoming each day. I feel so free knowing that I can follow God's voice and He will show me exactly how to seek and find the woman He wants me to work on becoming!

So, when I talk about homeschooling, and sound giddy, or excited, that seems strange to some people. Some might think that I am about to tell them that EVERYONE should homeschool. They might worry that I'm a religious nut who has such a consuming fear of the world and it's ability to warp her children that she will not allow them outside of our home. Or that I'm such a know-it-all that I assume I can teach my child better than any well-educated teacher out there.

Not so.

Below I've listed some of the many questions I've received about homeschooling, and I'll answer them to the best of my ability, so that you might be able to catch a glimpse into our lives and see that a homeschoolin' Momma is not really an alien. Better yet, she is probably just like you. :)

"Why would you homeschool when your husband is a teacher?" (#1 most common question).
My husband's profession has very little to do with it. It is more about our child than her Dad's career, although he does give an insight into the school system that some don't get to see. (For example, the more strict rules about God in schools.)

"Aren't you hindering her social development?"
Not if we have anything to say about it. She is involved in lots of extracurricular activities. She has great friends. She has a best friend. She can share, problem-solve, she has manners, a kind heart, empathy. In fact, all of those attributes that she uses outside of the home, she learned inside of the home.

"Does she have some sort of learning disability?" "Is she academically gifted?"
No, and no. She was ready for school about a year earlier than most, but she has never shown signs of being the next Albert Einstein. (As many of our wonderful, well-beloved children never do!) She likes math, is good at science, has a creative mind, and struggles with reading. Typical of most 7 year olds.

"Are you just afraid of letting her out of the house?"
Depends on how you mean. Will I let her run into the street? Nope. Will I let her watch R rated movies? Nope. Does she go to sleepovers? Yep. Do I let her swim/ ride horses/ climb trees/ go to Birthday parties? You bet! Homeschooling, for us, does not have anything to do with shielding our child from the world, although we DO have limits and try to give her an innocent childhood.

"Are you just Bible-thumpers who are never going to let your child see what the "real world" is like?" (Paraphrased).
We are Christians. We pray at mealtimes, read our Bibles to our kids, go to Church, and try our best to live life as God asks us to. We do feel saddened that God has been left out of schools, and that things would be different if prayer/ Godly behavior and expectations were a guideline in schools. BUT, our God is BIGGER than any rule or regulation, so we know that He is still there, in the schools, every day. 
As homeschooling parents, we do enjoy the freedom of talking about God, anytime, anywhere, during any lesson. Who wouldn't love to talk about His magnificent creation when learning about how a cloud forms?

"How did you decide to become a homeschoolin' Momma?"
It just sort of happened. Our daughter struggled with certain aspects of public preschool. We wanted to do the best thing for her, as most parents do. Turns out, this was it. God pointed out the way, we followed, and here we are! Our daughter thrives, so we are content/ blessed/ amazed/ thankful.

"Are you worried that she won't be as "smart" as public schooled kids?"
Thankfully, no. I am NOT a certified teacher in any way. But, we found an online school that follows and conforms to all the state regulations and standards, so we know she is getting the same education as the other kidlets in our town, albeit a different one....if you see what I mean. ;)

"Do you think everyone should be afraid of public schools or keep their kids home?"
Of course not. Every parent-child combo is different. I can't tell you how to raise your child any more than you should tell me how to raise mine. They are all unique, strange, crazy little buggars with no instruction manuals anywhere on their wiggly bodies, so I say, "Find a method that works and GO WITH IT."

"Don't you need TONS of patience to homeschool?"
Well, I sure do work on it every day! Just because I love it does not mean I never have bad days. The bad might even equal outnumber the good most days. But when something is right, its right. No matter how hard. No matter the personal struggles and sacrifices. It is STILL RIGHT. (And yes, I CAN be patient, when I want to. And no, I'm NOT always patient, even though I can be. Just try to imagine the way you'd act around your pastor, and the way you act around your kids. See what I mean? It CAN be done, even if it is NOT always done.) ;)

*Side note* This question is my favorite, so I saved it for the end. Not that it is the funniest, or strangest, but because I think it has so much to do with some of the bigger issues going on inside our schools these days. It hits at our deepest fears as Mothers, gives us sleepless nights, and awakens what many of us know as the "Mama Bear". (Ever met her? I have. Boy oh boy. Have. I. Ever.)

"How will your child learn to deal with conflict later on in life if s/he never deals with a bully?"
Well, I suppose if life's difficult experiences were best approached with practice, then maybe my kids would be missing out on something crucial by never being bullied. However, I just don't think that applies, and here is why.
~Take childbirth. Sure, it is an intense, (many will say painful) experience. It is inevitable for most women. Did I have to go through pain, fear, and discomfort as a "practice" before I went through pain, fear, and discomfort later on in life? No. But how did I know how to deal with it? How did I know not to shoot myself/ others, or lock myself away and refuse help? 
Because I was raised with the coping mechanisms I'd need for many aspects of life.
My trust in God.
My faith in myself.
My appreciation for life: my own, others' lives.

All these, and more, are things that we strive to teach our children. One day, in the workplace, or with friends, they will encounter something unpleasant. Peer pressure. Bullying. Lies. Stealing. Illegal behavior.

How will they know what to do if they've never seen it?

Because they'll KNOW.

They'll know the difference between right and wrong.
They'll know what their parents, and what their God, expects of them.
They'll know that another's actions do not determine their own reactions.

Does this mean I have utter faith in my children's abilities to always do the right thing? (Chuckle)

Of course not.
Yes, I WISH they would.

But am I crippling them for the future? Am I making it impossible for them to cope with badness/ evil in the world because I'm not exposing them to badness/ evil now? No.

(If the bullying-and-children issue has you worried, or you'd like to know more about our decisions, I encourage you to read Dr. Dobson's book, "Bringing up Girls". It had much to do with furthering our understanding of where God was leading us on this journey.)

I know that there are other questions, but I hope this covers most of them. Of course, I am always open to answering any others. I love questions!

My #1 message here is:

Raising children is hard. It is beautiful, wonderful, strange, exhilarating, fulfilling, awe-inspiring, momentous. 
But. It. Is. Hard.

We all find our own ways to bring these funny little creatures from helpless babes to competent, able-bodied, wonderful adults. (We hope).

There is no "one" way to do it! There is no right answer! 

So the time for judgement, criticism, doubt, is over. No more do we moms need to be pitted against each other and our child-rearing choices. Let us stand behind each other, hand out a pat on the back, and cheer each other on! 
Because lets face it, if we don't cheer each other on, who will?





Thursday, August 9, 2012

Little bit of Heartbreak

This morning was a little bit of a hard one. Actually, it was not as bad as it could have been, because I had done some pre-greiving. (Anyone else do that?) 

I know the Bible says to let tomorrow's troubles wait until tomorrow, but sometimes I feel a little better when I feel sad about something in advance. 

So for the past week and a half, I've been giving myself a countdown. 

-The last time Daddy takes out the trash
-The last time he loads BOTH kids up and takes them to the library so I can have a minute of peace
-Last time the car gets filled with gas without my even noticing
-Last time we get to tag-team a trip to the grocery store, (and Mr. Dinner Bell so sweetly hauls carries the crazy child out to walk in the parking lot after he destroyed demolished explored the store.)

I laughed with friends about how years ago I encouraged my husband to become a teacher since it was such a nice, 9-5 kind of job. Home for dinner, home on the weekends, leave your work at work kind of job.

Ha. Yes, those of you out there who teach, coach, or are married to teachers probably feel sorry for me right now. I've felt sorry enough for myself, and happily, I've learned to not only cope with the crazy life that a wife of a teacher/ coach/ award-winning educator has, but I thrive, enjoy most of it, and survive very well.

BUT, that does not make the transition from Summertime to Schooltime any easier. The transition is actually quite huge and covers everything from schedules, duties, and most importantly, the children. Even though the Miss understands, she still struggles for weeks. This is Damek's first "official" transition, since he was too little last year to get it, and I'm not sure how he will feel about it. I know he will miss his wrestling buddy dearly, and he won't have the words to tell me that he is hurting.

I told the Mr. over and over that I would not cry in front of him when he left. I made a big deal about how strong I was and how he would know what a capable woman he was leaving at home to raise his kids and make a home for him to come back to.

Ha. Again. Last night came way too soon, and I was up half the night with a tummy upset with stress, or worry, or more likely the bad for me yummy food I had eaten at the Girl's Night recently. Either way, I was up on the couch until midnight, and I was no longer thinking about all the chores and duties that I was going to have to do alone and how hard it would be for me to be kind/ patient/ peaceful/ calm/ loving in the face of struggle.

Nope. 

I had a new list running through my mind.

-The Mr. popping his head into an open window, (while doing yardwork) to scare me/ make me laugh
-Making forts for the kids in a room that I had just cleaned
-Helping me make a delicious dinner out of nothing 
-Little bike rides and trips to the pond to let the kids ramble around and look at everything and nothing in particular at all
-Chasing me through the house
-Climbing back into bed as I was in the middle of making it
-Planning our future "Hobbit" house together
-Hours and hours at the pool with the kids, acting like a kid himself and making me laugh at his antics

I crawled back into bed, sore in the tummy and very sore at heart. I woke him up to cry, (yes indeed), and tell him that he was my best friend, and everywhere I went for the next month I'd be expecting him right around the corner, or in the window. I'd be waiting for him to make us all laugh, or start wrestle fights, or suggest trips to the Hardware store every other day, but he would be gone.

His time and efforts now belong to a much larger group of people, and they often will for the next 9 months. I can't wait to see him become a pumped-up coach, and surprise us all with his great teaching ideas, and even help him grade mountains of papers on the weekend.

But still.

I will miss this....
And this.....
And this....
And yes, even this....
Thank you God for bringing such a hard working, giving, selfless, loving, funny, wrestling man into our lives.
We know that You have led him to teach and lead others, so we willingly and even happily give up our time with him so that he can reach others.

But we sure do miss him.