Homeschool, Usborne Books and Mud Baths.

It’s been a long time. I know.

I know that it has been a while since I have posted anything new. Life has a way of sneaking up on you and stealing your time and energy. That is what has happened here. We are in the midst of starting a new homeschool year with my kindergartener and preschool with my niece. This in itself has taken a good chunk of my time. We are all getting used to a plan and new routine. Which has taken quite a bit of trial and error and patience. Not only have I been focused on our new homeschool Year, I have also been focused on my business with Usborne Books and More.

So here I am, giving you every excuse for why I have not been writing. I apologize. I need to write more. Writing is in my blood and it is my passion. Whether or not anyone enjoys my writing is up for debate! But at this time I am going to have to try and fit it in whenever I can.


How has our homeschooling year been going?

We are started our fourth week and I am happy to report we have had more good days than bad. That’s not to say we don’t have bad days. There are days were I have questioned our decision to homeschool. It would be easier just to send them to a brick and mortar building for 8 hours, wouldn’t it? I would have more time for myself. I would be able to focus on what I want to do, right? Like writing for instance. My desire is to be a writer after all. I would have time to pursue it.

So why don’t I?

On the days that I question my motives, my abilities, my desires, and all our decisions for our life, I think about the two reasons my husband and I have made the decision to homeschool together. The first one’s name starts with a B and the other one’s name starts with an S. They are the reasons we make the majority of our decisions. Even if it means putting certain dreams, desires, and goals on hold for ourselves. Even if it means making sacrifices where sometimes we would rather not make sacrifices. There are certain goals and desires we have for our children and for their lives. So on the days I question everything, I think about them.

Right now I am sitting inside. Supper is in the oven. My children are outside with their Daddy. They are currently taking handfuls of mud and spreading it all over their bodies. (Daddy is in charge of bath tonight!) Their giggles sound like music to my ears. I could have missed this. Yes mud is messy. Yes mud is yucky. But they will grow up and remember that time they were able to get muddy and dirty with their sister, without a care in the world. Isn’t that my job as a Parent? To make sure their childhood is worry-free, care-free, and full of cherished and warm memories?

The alternate reality is this:

My oldest could be coming home from spending eight hours inside a brick and mortar building, bogged down with homework and exhausted. Separated from her sister and me for the majority of the day. Her sister not far behind her in years to come. I don’t want that. My husband and I have decided against that reality for our children. We want an atmosphere of learning day in and day out. We want to cultivate a love of learning in our children.

This is the way we have decided to do it.

If it means my days are filled with markers, crayons, and paper. Glitter and glue. Then I am okay with that. Maybe it means saying yes when my daughters beg to put on their tutus and dance while we listen to Nutcracker Suite, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, Swan Lake and Carmen Suite no. 2 for two hours everyday, I’m okay with that. If it means we do handwriting practice in our PJ’s or Coffee (and apple juice) and books as many times as we can fit it into a day, that’s okay too. It may mean my writing gets pushed to the back burner for a few months, I’m okay with it. If it means putting on hold working my way up in the Usborne Business, I am okay with that too.

We have goals and desires for our children. So as I sit and listen to their giggles and the memories they are making, I am confident to say we made the right decision.

It may make our day and priorities look strange to you. But I am okay with that.


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