Our family has been homeschooling for 8 years now. Justin is in 8th grade, Jared is in 6th and Jessica is in 4th. How long is too long?
You know I have honestly asked myself this very question many times. Every year around the same time, the end of the school year. I wonder all the time if I am doing what I am supposed to do. I guess you could say I am keeping myself in check. I don't want to homeschool because everyone else is doing it. (well they're not) I don't want to homeschool because I don't want my kids in public school. I don't want to homeschool because my kids need me. I want to homeschool because God called me to it. It will be until I feel God calling me out of homeschooling, I will stop.
Homeschooling has taught me so much. I am not talking just academically. Yes, I have relearned and understood so much more since I began homeschooling, but I KNOW my kids better than anyone else. I know how they learn, what makes them tick, what makes them excited, what makes them learn, better than any teacher ever could.
It makes my day to hear and see the excitement on my kids faces when they have mastered a concept. I taught my kids how to read, write, add, subtract, divide, and so much more. They can communicate with adults and play with a variety of different aged of children.
One day Andy and I were cooking supper together and he mentioned how nice it was to hear the kids playing together. He said by the time he was Justin's age, 13, he and his sister rarely communicated. He loved hearing our kids not only communicating, but playing and still using their imaginations together. Yes, they still argue. Do you know of any siblings who don't? But for the most part they love being together.
We all need a break every now and then. Yet, I miss them all the more. Andy said I will probably have a harder time with the "Empty nest syndrome" than most. We'll see. I say no way. LOL
All I can say as like any human I get tired of it all. Yet, I love my kids and will do my best as long as I have the support of my family, but most importantly my God.
"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it."
Proverbs 22:6
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Ohhh my head
Okay so I've never blogged, but I've tried for years to keep a journal and failed miserably. So here is my first blog. Enjoy!
Well, Monday night I was tucking in the kiddo's as usual. After praying and laughing with Jared, I smacked my head on the top bunk of his bed. I literally saw stars. Everything went black and I saw stars. Now I have hit my head plenty of times to know, but I wasn't paying attention yet again!
I collapsed to the floor and told Jared to go and get Andy. (thank God he was home) I am lying on the floor in excruciating pain, and can not open my eyes. I lie there for what seems like forever, crying, while Andy tries to assess the injury. After several minutes, He asks if I can move to our bed. I don't think I can, but I am willing to try. When he moved me to a sitting position, a wave of pain came rushing in my head, eyes, BODY. I collapse again and I tell Andy to just let me lie there. He is worried that I may have a concussion and calls an ambulance.
The kids start crying for fear that something could be seriously wrong with me. I am trying to control my own sobs to ease their worry, but I too am scared. I continue to lie on the floor and tell Andy to just let me lie there and go to sleep. I was feeling soooo tired. I just wanted to sleep, thinking that if I could sleep the pain would cease. Andy kept talking to me and telling me not to fall asleep. Just leave me here, I'll be fine, I would say. The paramedics arrived and asked what happened, how I felt, if I could move. I said yes, but preferred to stay where I was. They said no I needed to get in the bed. (they were assessing whether or not I could stand) So I reluctantly sat up and of course the wave of pain came upon me again and I urged them to just let me lie down, where I was. Then they stood me to my feet. I was crying and calling Andy to tell them to just leave me alone. They kept telling me I needed to get to a bed. After what felt like hours of pain and painstakingly walking to my bed, clinging to the paramedic and feeling weaker and weaker, I made it. The paramedics then proceeded to explain to Andy that if I had been vomiting than I would immediately need to go to the ER. They also advised him to take me if I couldn't wake up. DUH! After they left Andy gave me IBP and a bag of frozen veggies was place on my head.
Tues. was a sluggish day. I was dragging and any loud noise, sent pain through my head. So I took it easy. My mom came over to help me help the kids with school, cook, clean and the such. I was very grateful.
Today was even better. I still have pain, but it is more local, rather than my whole head.
All I have to say is thank you to my family. I love them so much and it saddens me that I made them upset. I am grateful that I have such a hard head and that I didn't have to go to the ER.
Well, Monday night I was tucking in the kiddo's as usual. After praying and laughing with Jared, I smacked my head on the top bunk of his bed. I literally saw stars. Everything went black and I saw stars. Now I have hit my head plenty of times to know, but I wasn't paying attention yet again!
I collapsed to the floor and told Jared to go and get Andy. (thank God he was home) I am lying on the floor in excruciating pain, and can not open my eyes. I lie there for what seems like forever, crying, while Andy tries to assess the injury. After several minutes, He asks if I can move to our bed. I don't think I can, but I am willing to try. When he moved me to a sitting position, a wave of pain came rushing in my head, eyes, BODY. I collapse again and I tell Andy to just let me lie there. He is worried that I may have a concussion and calls an ambulance.
The kids start crying for fear that something could be seriously wrong with me. I am trying to control my own sobs to ease their worry, but I too am scared. I continue to lie on the floor and tell Andy to just let me lie there and go to sleep. I was feeling soooo tired. I just wanted to sleep, thinking that if I could sleep the pain would cease. Andy kept talking to me and telling me not to fall asleep. Just leave me here, I'll be fine, I would say. The paramedics arrived and asked what happened, how I felt, if I could move. I said yes, but preferred to stay where I was. They said no I needed to get in the bed. (they were assessing whether or not I could stand) So I reluctantly sat up and of course the wave of pain came upon me again and I urged them to just let me lie down, where I was. Then they stood me to my feet. I was crying and calling Andy to tell them to just leave me alone. They kept telling me I needed to get to a bed. After what felt like hours of pain and painstakingly walking to my bed, clinging to the paramedic and feeling weaker and weaker, I made it. The paramedics then proceeded to explain to Andy that if I had been vomiting than I would immediately need to go to the ER. They also advised him to take me if I couldn't wake up. DUH! After they left Andy gave me IBP and a bag of frozen veggies was place on my head.
Tues. was a sluggish day. I was dragging and any loud noise, sent pain through my head. So I took it easy. My mom came over to help me help the kids with school, cook, clean and the such. I was very grateful.
Today was even better. I still have pain, but it is more local, rather than my whole head.
All I have to say is thank you to my family. I love them so much and it saddens me that I made them upset. I am grateful that I have such a hard head and that I didn't have to go to the ER.
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