April Daybook

In my backyard…either the kids are chasing the dog or the dog is chasing the kids.  I’m not really sure which is which.  As in which is chasing which (or who is chasing whom).  Obviously I can tell which one is a dog and which ones are kids ; )

I am remembering…our recent trip to Austin.  It was a week packed full of little lovelies including an introduction to bouldering…

a trip out to Crowe’s Nest Farm…

a day at the zoo in Waco where we got to watch the giraffe paint with his chin and see this adorable baby orangutan…

a morning picking delicious, ripe, plump strawberries…

a lovely birthday celebration…

and the season’s first dip into Granny and Pappy’s pool…

I am grateful for…deep breaths.

I am watching…That Girl and The Mary Tyler Moore show in the wee hours of the night when I can’t fall asleep.

I am listening…A Delectable Education podcasts whenever I get a chance.

I am wondering…why boys are so amused with things like lizards and toads and bugs.

I am laughing…that Jessica and I actually thought an unannounced garage sale would be worth our time.  The garage sale itself totally wasn’t, but taking the books to Half Price together and enjoying a lemonade with the kids totally was.  And we probably wouldn’t have done that together had we not spent the first 3 hours twiddling our thumbs baking in the sun waiting for someone to come and buy our stuff.   So I guess it turned out to be a worthy event after all.

I am reflecting…on this thought from The Light Between Oceans, “There was nothing he was going through that the stars had not seen before, somewhere, some time on this earth. Given enough time, their memory would close over his life like healing a wound. All would be forgotten, all suffering erased.”

In the schoolroom…we only have about a month of lessons left before we move into our summer plans.  I’m very excited about next year.  I had a lovely consultation with Liz Cottrill over at A Delectable Education and she put together a perfect plan for us for next year.

In the garden…there are still a few patches of herbs hanging on but unfortunately Midnight has found his passion in tilling my garden.  I desperately need a way to keep him out.

In the kitchen…tonight was Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches requested by William.

I am wearing…yoga pants and an adorable workout top.  Sometimes I get inspired to workout if I just wear the right clothes.  Not that it always happens, but it is worth a try.

We are preparing for…the birthday season.  Katie’s birthday is coming up on May 31st, 11 days later it’s Joey on June 11th, then 11 days later it’s Andrew on June 22nd.

Someday I am going to miss…Katie’s stories as we go to bed at night and the way she giggles at her own cleverness.

I am reading…Doing My Om Thing, which I am loving.  It’s giving me great insight into the practice of yoga and how to make that feeling transfer from the yoga mat to my life. 

One of my favorite things…having a sister-in-law who now doubles as my Usborne consultant.

A peek into my day

 

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Intentional Learning: Setting Goals for our Homeschool Year

Spring is here and, for those of us that homeschool, spring includes the madness and chaos of planning for next year.  Catalogs fill the mailbox, conferences inspire our hearts, evaluations of a year passed guide us toward our goals for the following year.

It’s easy to get lost in the whirlwind of choices.

It’s easy to forget why we chose this path.

It’s easy to just tag along with the cultural flow and do what everyone else is doing because we just can’t imagine our kid not keeping up with other kids his age.

It’s easy to approach our educational philosophy a bit unintentionally.

But being intentional is so important when our children’s hearts are at stake.  Because it’s not just about reading, writing and ‘rithmetic.  It’s about character and morals and citizenship.  It’s about growing this unique little being into the person he was created to be.

The educator and philosopher Charlotte Mason tells us that Our aim in Education is to give a Full Life.––We begin to see what we want. Children make large demands upon us. We owe it to them to initiate an immense number of interests. ‘Thou hast set my feet in a large room,’ should be the glad cry of every intelligent soul. Life should be all living, and not merely a tedious passing of time; not all doing or all feeling or all thinking––the strain would be too great––but, all living; that is to say, we should be in touch wherever we go, whatever we hear, whatever we see, with some manner of vital interest. We cannot give the children these interests; we prefer that they should never say they have learned botany or conchology, geology or astronomy. The question is not––how much does the youth know? when he has finished his education––but how much does he care? and about how many orders of things does he care? In fact, how large is the room in which he finds his feet set? and, therefore, how full is the life he has before him?” (Vol. 3, pp. 170, 171) (emphasis mine).

So not only are we expected to educate our child in the traditional sense of the word, but we’re expected to plant a seed in him that sprouts a love for learning, a thirst for knowledge. We’re expected to lead him toward a full life.  A life that is good and worthy and whole.

That’s a heavy responsibility.  One that can’t be approached casually.

If we simply look to the public school system as our guide, we are missing the entire spiritual realm of education.  Our children become well versed in grammar rules, mathematical concepts and reading skills, perhaps, but we completely leave their soul out of the equation.  We cheat them out of an education that forms their character, guides their morals and establishes the principles that will lead them in all the days ahead.  As we are mind, body and soul, we cannot overlook the formation of their very beings.  Charlotte Mason advised us to: “Look on education as something between the child’s soul and God. Modern Education tends to look on it as something between the child’s brain and the standardized test.”

So how do we intentionally approach our homeschool plan?  Surely, we muse, there is a curriculum that comes wrapped in a box with a pretty bow that covers everything we need.

If only it were that simple.

Unfortunately, it takes deep thought and reflection to guide us in our decisions.  It requires a map of sorts to guide us in our curriculum and book choices.  It requires intentional thought about where we want our children to be after 12 years of home education.

We must begin with a broad plan.  An intentional philosophy, so to speak.

Grab a pen, some beautifully lined paper and a cup of tea.

Now imagine your child as an adult.  What do you want for him?  I’m guessing you don’t want him depressed, on drugs, collecting welfare, barely paying the rent of a run-down shack, yelling at his girlfriend to tend to the baby.

Surely you want him to be well adjusted, morally sound, guided by his principles and ethics.

You want him to find pleasure in the simple things of life, right?  The feel of a spring day on his cheeks, the anticipation of reading the next chapter in a well-loved book, the delight of a walk through the neighborhood.

You want him to love his life, just as it is at that moment in time whether it’s surrounded by books in a library as he studies for his finals or backpacking through Europe exploring all the places he read and dreamed about in his childhood.  Or maybe he’s already settled in a job having made the choice not to go to college and he’s passionate about what he does and determined to make a go of it.  Or perhaps he has settled down with his sweetheart and they’re navigating the waters of married life but he’s not discouraged because he knows that this is just part of the journey and he’s full of hope and determination.

You want him to have hobbies that enrich his life, hobbies that help him find beauty, truth and goodness in the crazy, chaotic world, I’m sure.

You want him to feel the power of education at his fingertips, knowing that knowledge is just a book away.

Maybe you want him to have a solid personal relationship with his Creator or at least a solid foundation just in case he wanders a bit.

I’m quite sure you want him to grasp the basics of math and budgeting and fiscal responsibility, lest he find himself knee deep in debt without hope of loosening the master’s hold.

You probably want him to be well versed in American history and liberties so that if his freedom is ever at stake, he knows exactly what that means and just how far he is willing to go to retain those liberties.

I know you well enough to know that you have other dreams for him.  Mine might be quite different from yours so I hesitate to share anymore wanderings here with you lest my guide become more of a checklist.  I promise to share my own goals for our homeschool with you soon, but I want to allow you some time to ruminate over the thoughts I have shared here.

So take some time this week.  Put down the catalogs and stop browsing the web.  Mull over the big ideas.  The broad plan.  You can’t choose a curriculum until you’ve given the long term goals some serious, intentional thought.  Put your thoughts down on paper.  Feel free to come back and share some of your thoughts here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And Then There Were Four

Having my first kid was love at first sight.  I was in awe of that tiny little bundle.  Those ten little fingers and ten little toes made me weak in the knees.  I spent hours just staring at him, marveling at the wonder of life.  He and I, we meshed.  He moved into crawling and walking and still it felt as if this new heart of mine, this mommy heart, beat solely to the rhythm of his.

Then along came baby #2.  Less than 2 years after the arrival of #1.  And it was fun.  Now I got to introduce my first to all the amazing things that make babies so lovable.  I still had energy and patience and somehow I survived just fine on little sleep.  I adored both boys.  I marveled at every new thing they did.  I soaked up all the “Mommy watch this” and the “Mommy hold me.”  I loved being needed.  Tears and meltdowns felt like par for the course where I was able to soothe and restore.  I had this whole Mommy thing down pat.  Life was more chaotic than with just one, but I was good at it.  And I loved it.

Less than 2 years later, #3 arrived.  2 years after that, #4.  And suddenly I was knee deep in crowd control.  Being a Mommy didn’t feel nearly so fun and while I still was in love with each of my babies, there wasn’t a whole lot of time to reflect on the wonders and marvels of little life.  I hardly had time to stare at one before another needed my attention.  I was over here treading deep water just trying my best not to sink.  The first couple of years of #4’s life?  A complete blur.  When did she start walking?  What was her favorite bedtime story?  I’m ashamed to not know.  I’m sure I wrote it down somewhere but the moments aren’t carved into the essence of my heart the way they were with the first one.

Realizing I can’t remember some of those moments because I was moving through life in a daze?  That’s a sobering thought.

I don’t tend to hang myself with guilt or beat myself up with regret.  But I do tend to let my past guide me.

These relationships I have over here?  They’re not just important to me.  They’re my lifeline.  These kids might temporarily be mine before they head off into the wide world but they are my saving grace, my road to sanctification.

How will I possibly live with myself if I don’t nurture the little lives that I labored to bring into this world?

My littlest one is almost 4.  Life has slowed down considerably for me.  We can actually travel and not have to listen to screaming thirty minutes in.  No more diapers or nursing babies.  No more meltdowns eagerly awaiting naptimes.  I’ve got two boys that I can’t remember the last time they asked me to pick them up or hold them.  I only hear “Mommy watch this” occasionally these days.  My once upon a time toddlers now help around the house and ease the workload of this busy mama so life doesn’t feel so overwhelming.

But I’ve spent the past few weeks looking at them wondering how the last few years impacted our relationships.  I know I was here physically, but my goodness, mentally I was exhausted.  Some days I felt like I had nothing left in me to give.  I can’t honestly say that I paused long enough to listen to each of them.  There was always so much laundry and cooking and cleaning and the minute one began to talk, another began to cry.  I literally spent the last few years divided, not really giving fairly to any of them.

Of course it doesn’t help that on top of all my own self-induced responsibilities, I also had the distraction of an outside world.  Text messages, social calls, Facebook groups, the world of internet.  It all moves so fast today.  So very fast.

So how do I nurture the relationships that give me purpose in such a fast paced world?

I have a vision of what I want our relationship to look like twenty years from now.  And so I choose.  I choose to slow down.  To stop and savor.  To be intentional.  Intentional in my plans.  Intentional in my conversations.  Intentional in the moments I share with these darling little beings.  Intentional because that’s how a goal is met…one intention at a time.

If you want to be a pro soccer player someday, you train.  Intentionally.  You don’t spend your days eating bags of potato chips and greasy hamburgers.  You don’t take weeks off  to stay indoors reading books about soccer.  You play soccer.  It’s one training session at a time.  One intentional day at a time.

Relationships are no different.

Sometimes those intentional moments require a complete break from the fast paced beat of our everyday lives.  Sometimes it’s as simple as turning off the phone.  Other times it’s as simple as choosing them over some imagined priority.  It’s always as easy as looking into their eyes when they’re talking to me.  Listening to them when they express themselves (even when that’s done through a cascade of tears or a fit of anger).  Holding them even when they think they don’t need to be held.

Those things pressing into me from every side.   Most of those things will still be there tomorrow.  They’ll still be there twenty years from now.  But these relationships I’m building?  That’s happening now.  And I have to choose.  If I want those to look like I imagine in twenty years, then I have to choose to be intentional today.

 

{A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}

Being intentional is easier said than done.  It’s easier imagined than executed.  So here’s where we inspire you every week with a simple picture and a few words.  Think of this as a chance to help you realize the simplicity of intentional. 

Being intentional can be as lovely as glancing out of your window and finding a hidden chapel on the top of a sand dune right in the middle of a cluster of houses and then taking a few minutes to explore.  If we hadn’t been looking out of our windows, with intention, we’d have missed the charm of this little beauty.

Be inspired.  Allow gratitude and joy and beauty to sneak in with every intention.  And then won’t you come back and share your moment with us?  Or leave a link in the comments to your blog where you celebrate {A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}. 

 

 

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{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

March Daybook

In my backyard…Lots of radishes are popping up as well as beautiful medicinal herbs…I’ve got lemon balm, chickweed and something that I don’t recognize and I can’t remember what I planted.  I’m waiting for it to grow just a bit more so perhaps I will recognize it!

I am remembering…William’s pure delight when he caught a few green anoles in the backyard and we said he could temporarily house them.  He loved on those scaly little guys for a few days before he let them go back into the garden.

I am grateful for…discovering a beautiful park with lovely trails…an old park that’s new to us.

I am watching…Eve Anderson’s Charlotte Mason DVDs in the evening and learning so many great tips for implementing CM’s methods.

I am listening…to the neighbor’s lawn mower.  It’s that time of year again.  The grass is green.  The trees are budding.  The flowers are blooming.  And I am sneezing.  But I’m breathing.  And I’m okay with sneezing as long as I’m breathing.

I am wondering…whether Lemon Balm is one lucky hamster for having so many little people to love her or if she’s the most unlucky hamster as she never gets any time alone.

I am laughing…at Joey’s newest version of the Brady Bunch Theme song…it goes something like this:

Here’s the story of a girl named Stacie, who was busy with her studies at college, she worked at a tower building and loved her messy room, but she was all alone.

Here’s the story of a man named Daxson who was sometimes a bad kid at home, he hated beet juice so much but he was nice to his mother.

Til the one day when the lady met this fellow and they knew that it was love at first sight.  They had four lovely children, that’s the way they all became the Satery bunch.  The Satery bunch.  The Satery bunch.  That’s the way they became the Satery bunch.

I am reflecting…on this thought from Mark Twain, “The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”

In the schoolroom…we spent last week homeschooling in the woods and this week we’ve been getting our lessons done early each morning so we can visit with friends we’ve been missing.

Around the house…floors are cleaned.  Until we go to the beach again.

I am wearing…black capris and a blue t-shirt.

We are preparing for…a visit with Granny.  It’s so long overdue and we’re so very excited.

Someday I am going to miss…the mischief that goes along with this little girl.  Enjoy this picture ’cause now that she took the scissors to those beautiful curls, she’s not looking nearly so cute now.

I am readingThe Violets of March by Sarah Jio and listening to The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. 

One of my favorite things…a night out with these girls.

A peek into my day

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