A friend & her son...what I should've said
The other day in the halls of the recent co-op meeting, a mom mentioned that her husband was on 'another'' business trip. Now, I know with the economy as it is, she wasn't complaining about him having a job...or that she was ''doing it all'' this week...or even that the recognizable lump on the other side of the bed wasn't there...but I would think that maybe, it was that her son misses his daddy.
The point of the the conversation, at least from my half of the conversation would be about the boy thinking about his other parent...DADDY. Mom was asking what would be the first thing that I would do about keeping up with the studies and the dad being gone and that moment when he returns. My answer? Close the books, give the boy's dad a kiss and leave the pair of them to each other.
Now, why I didn't say this in the moment, I dunno...but, we moms find simple trivia type of information like chicken breasts are on sale at the grocery store, the best thing for cleaning gunk is this stuff or that we found enough time to marinade in the tub for a while...important. But, why I didn't speak up about the mystery of a boy and his dad, is beyond me.
There's something to be said about the two guys being together. I really don't profess to be a pro on relationships. But, I have sensed this with my guys. Some machismo thing about the dad sharing, side by side with his progeny there's some transfer of that thing. I don't know what it is.
They (the dad) troussel the kid's hair in such a way, I know my mom hand doesn't quite do it...The youth group leader, who is the ''coolest'' is at least a temporary fix...the kids sitting down to read one more chapter is just NOT that important enough to do after the dear daddy man comes back home.
I Hope that helps my friend and her son. | | pockets |
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Growing up
I never thought in 1995 when I started Homeschooling that I would still be doing it! I never thought about how long I would do it or how much time and effort it would require.
When I began I had two students. Two daughters a first grader and a Pre schooler. It grew over the years to Five and of the two that began one is getting Married in spring and one is in her first year of College. The Oldest is finishing College and getting Married.
Did I Fall asleep? How can that many years have passed?
Have I really Spent 15 years teaching my children?
My Advice to you is this Cherish each day. Every day you want to give up, think about it in the proper perspective. It isn't the end of the world if they didn't finish today, or if your youngest flits around and aggravates you because you are constantly re directing him or her. It won't last forever they grow up and these days are gone forever. They are past and part of our Memories. We can't do them over, try to speak a little more calmly and quietly.
My youngest is in 3rd grade this year. The time has gone so fast and it seems each year goes faster. I am trying to hold on and cherish each day with one hand and slowly but surely let go with the other. | | redbarn |
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Bats/School and Wombats/Homeschool
School is to Homeschool as Bat is to Wombat. Both Bats and Wombats are mammals, but the similarities end there...different habitats, habits, diets, predators, and appearance despite the seemingly familiar name.
In the same vein, School and Homeschool are both ways to educate our children, but Homeschool involves such a completely different lifestyle--response, approach, vantage point/prespective that it would almost be better if we had another name for the process that didn't involve the word ''school'' and, at the same time, would adequately convey the vast difference. | | ajvarnado |
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