Thursday, April 3, 2014

From Where I Stand: Spring

If I had to choose my favorite season, I would likely choose fall.  I love the milder temps, changing colors, and cool evenings by a fire with my family.  But, there is undoubtedly something very refreshing about spring that I love as well.  You experience winter (ugh):   being trapped inside, with gloomy skies for months looking at dead bare trees...and if it was a winter anything like what we experienced here in Indiana this year, you begin to wonder if it will ever end.  And then one day you wake to birds chirping outside your bedroom window.  On your way out the door one morning, you see daffodils sprouting, and then you notice that the trees are full of buds about to burst. Suddenly it hits me.

Right...spring is coming.

Hope.

In the spring, I love no more bulky winter coats for 3 kids that makes going anywhere a chore.  I love bare toes in flip flops.  I love being unable to decide what to do for the day because it's so beautiful and the outdoor options are limitless.  I love, after dinner, sitting outside with Brandon watching the 3 babes running in the yard, swinging, and playing in the sandbox.  I love the smell of the lilac tree outside our living room window.


Spring brings about drinking from the water hose outside....


and raspberry picking...



 and shirtless barefoot little boys...


 and butterfly hunting...


and outdoor meals.


A breath of fresh air...

New life to the soul...

Hope...

Spring.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12  
"For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land."

Check out Steph's thought about spring:
http://solidjoysandlastingtreasures.com/2014/04/01/from-where-i-stand-spring/

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Dear Future Husband

Dear future husband to Adelynne & future husband to Aubrey,

Today, as I picked up Nolan from school...his half day, while Aubrey and Adelynne attend full-day, he said  to me, "Where's my girls?  They comin' home too?"  When I told him we'd get them later today, he dropped his shoulders, puckered his lips, and sadly said, "aawww."

This is just one of the many visuals I get when I think about the relationship between Nolan and Adelynne & Nolan and Aubrey. I also see them each stop in the school doorway to hug and kiss him goodbye each morning.  I see it when they walk into the door each afternoon and ask him first how his day was, the way they praise him when he had a good day, and the way they encourage him to do better when it was a not so pretty day.  I see it in the way they divvy up homework and play time with Nolan.  "How about I'll do my homework first while you play with Nolan and then when I'm done, we'll switch," Adelynne will say.  I see it in the way they battle over who gets to sit with him at dinner.  I see it in the way he prays on the way to school in the morning, "Fank you God for my Adie, my Aubrey...and...and...trucks."  I see it in the way Aubrey boldly talks to her class about Wiliams syndrome, proud of her brother.  I see it in the way they both, separately, on the same Sunday, grabbed a prayer request card from the pew and wrote, "Please pray my brother will accept Jesus."  I'm not even kidding...I was sitting between them, trying to hold in the emotion from realizing their deep, passionate, enduring commitment to loving this boy.

I tell you all this only to let you know, that marrying into any family is never easy. There are family dynamics that are uncertain at times and uncomfortable.  There may even be people you inherit that quite frankly you don't care for.  There are illnesses, there are additions, there are life changes and hard times.  But, in our case, each of these girls come as a package deal.  I've prayed for you for a very long time, and before Nolan was part of our family, I prayed that you would love Jesus first, them second, and that you would have many of the same qualities as their daddy. They know this as the "3 criteria for a husband."  :)  I'm serious, ask them. But, I'd now like to add a fourth...you must love their brother.  By that I don't mean...

Oh sure I love your brother.  He cute, he's funny, I love him because you love him honey...

I mean LOVE him.  I mean love him so much you'd reconsider taking Aubrey or Adelynne far away from him to live because that would devastate him so.  I mean love him enough you overlook the nuisances of an adult with special needs.  I mean love him to where he's with you two often, at your house often, and goes places with you.  I mean love him so much that no one can tell whether or not you're his brother or brother-in-law.

This is no easy task, just as it was never easy for them, growing up...worrying over surgeries, worrying over whether or not someone's making fun of him, worrying over what will happen to him if he dies, being asked to deal somewhat with adult concerns at a much younger age than should be asked of them.  I ask that if you can't sign up for the package deal, that you love her enough to let her go.  But, if you are willing to sign up for the package deal, we welcome you into our family with open arms.  I promise you, either of these girls is a catch, and having the privilege of being loved by Nolan is one of life's greatest treasures here on earth.

I pray for you almost each day, that God's working in your life somehow.  I pray for His hand of protection over you as you grow in your relationship with Him, even as a child.  I pray he's creating in you a loving, compassionate heart, as each Aubrey and Adelynne have sensitive hearts that will need such qualities.  I pray you're learning to love Jesus first and foremost, as He loves you, and that you love people second because ultimately that's what life is for...to love Jesus, and love others.


I pray for you because I love Aubrey, Adelynne & Nolan more than all the fishies in the sea.

Fondly,
Megan

Monday, February 3, 2014

Wuv, true wuv

From the moment I could remember, my grandparents never slept in the same room.  The old beloved farm house in Clinton County, at the end of the upstairs hall, to the left my granddad slept, and to the right, my grandmother.  I remember wondering about this fact, but....as I grew up, I noticed other things, like the way they did their own activities separately, banter some with each other, and quite frankly, John annoyed Betty.  I'm smiling now as I type this because of the memories...these two stubborn, rascally, strong-willed, yet warm people, had a history, a past, I knew nothing about, but, could see slightly, as a child, yet knowing this, also knew, they loved each other.  They loved each other enough to remain committed to their commitment, that I knew. Regardless of mistakes long before I was around, they loved each other enough to remain committed.  Their marriage wasn't a picture of perfection, rather a picture of steadfast commitment.

In 2000, she was diagnosed with cancer.  While in the hospital, grandpa came to visit one day and literally dropped dead outside her room...cardiac arrest, heart stopped, dead.  They were able to perform CPR and bring him back.  I remember wheeling grandma into the ICU to see him, face covered with a mask as to not come in contact with any unwanted germs, her eyes spoke volumes.  She loved him.  It wouldn't be too much longer after this, that we all knew she was near meeting Jesus. I watched grandpa shake his head and weep in the waiting room, sad, regretful it was her and not him, sad she suffered, sad to lose the woman he loved, a lifetime of memories.

These images forever etched in my brain, and two amazing people who weren't saved until after they were married, imperfect with a long life together of good times and also bad, who remained committed until death. And through all that, love was what held them together.  A love for each other, but, ultimately, their individual loves for Christ.

Often times we don't know how events in our lives affect us until after...memories remain, reflection occurs, and we're able to see.  It's almost like washing a window in the spring after a dirty winter...the glass becomes clear and we're able to see so much more, so much brighter, so much clearer.

It wasn't until after these events with my grandparents that I truly understood the deep love of my Savior...the Savior I'd run from for years, unable to accept His true and pure, perfect love. How on earth could he possibly love me?  Mistakes, oh the mistakes...the dirty feeling, the inability to forgive and love myself...

"Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe, sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow..."

Every so often, I have to wash the windows to more clearly see His perfect love for me.  Satan loves to dirty up my windows and cause me to questions Christ's love for me.  I wipe away the dirt and see I'm white as snow before Christ because He.literally.washed.me.clean.with.the.cross.

Matthew 7:44-48
"Do you see this woman ("a Sinful Woman")?  I (Jesus) came into your (Peter) house.  You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wiped them with her hair.  You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet.  You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet.  Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven--for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little.  The He said to her, 'Your sins are forgiven.'"

His blood cleaned me...no sin uncleanable.  There is no greater act of perfect love.  John and Betty knew this.  Their love for Christ who forgave them, visible in their commitment to each other.  Now in heaven these two, experiencing the love that never ends at the feet of the One who perfectly loved them first.



Go see what my sweet friend Steph is writing about at: www.solidjoysandlastingtreasures.com 

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

I freaking hate change...

No seriously, I really do...freaking hate change that is...

Wait, did I just say "freaking" out loud...uh..yep, sure did. 

Funny thing, my 9 year old refers to that as the "f" word.  She'll gasp, put her hand over her mouth and whisper, "mom just said the f word."

One day I finally had to admit that saying "freaking" isn't something mommy should do, but, that there is an actual "f word," and "freaking" ain't it.

Ha! (sigh), wait, where was I? Oh, right, change...

Brandon and I spent a lot of time last winter and spring deciding where Nolan should go to school this current school year. He's a June birthday and before we knew Nolan would be, well, Nolan, we'd decided to hold him back one year and begin kindergarten when he was 6.  No big deal, right?  Tons of people do this.  Not so easy with a child who has an IEP and is deemed "special needs." We have to have a meeting to write up an IEP that won't be used, deny that, then have another meeting to officially deny it and come up with a service plan, blah, blah, wah, wah...it's just the way it is...I've come to terms with it.  So, with advice from his speech therapist and preschool teacher, we decided to send him to a mainstream preK program here in Plainfield. 

Everyone (teacher, director, etc) is aware of Nolan's "disability," we now are just waiting for school to start. I'm back homeschooling both girls and I've got my plan.  8 days into preK, Nolan was asked not to come back.  His distractibility and high energy didn't fit the mold of this preschool, and we were encouraged to look into sending him on to kindergarten where they have to resources to help him.  All this happened in a meeting that was for us to discuss "baseline testing" scores.  Feel like I went from 100 to 0?

Now wait, I just wanted to set the scene for the blog title, "I freaking hate change."

My plans have now been changed.  Plans are good, the are helpful, they are a responsible thing to have, yet, many times our plans are not God's plan.  Cliché?  Maybe? 

On a Friday in September, well into the school year, Nolan doesn't have a school to attend.  From the time he was 4 months old, this was one of those times I feared.  Literally feared...wake me up in the middle of the night in an anxiety attack feared.  What will school look like?  Will people want to help him? Help us?  Will anyone fight for him?  Give him a chance? 

Please, just give him a chance.

I laid in bed, the rest of that day sobbing...smeared mascara and snot, held by Brandon from time to time...both of us just so mentally exhausted of being blind sided by this, feeling helpless, betrayed, desperate for this boy, oh this precious gift from heaven to fit somewhere, to be accepted...where someone wants to help him.

Lots of details omitted, fast forward 9 days, and Nolan began kindergarten.  Not my plan, at this point I'm still angry we're being pushed into a decision I still don't want...He's not ready for kindergarten.

Nolan doesn't like change either...

He begins tantrums like you've never seen, at home, and at school...he's becoming very defiant, aggressive, combative, not sleeping, pooping his pants...sound fun?  It wasn't.  Everyday I went to pick him up (he's the only child in the school system doing 1/2 day kindergarten), it's a bad report, I mean, bad.  I've left school carrying him while he screams and kicks, and sometimes hitting me.  I bring him home, same type of behavior...he's trapped in this anxious, I don't like change whirlwind unable to adequately express,

"Mom, I freaking hate change,"

and doing just so the only way he knows how...by acting out.  Tired yet?  I was. On top of all that, I'm supposed to be teaching the girls. 

One of the most enjoyable things about homeschooling is how stress free it really can be!  Learning on the couch, at the table, adjusting things to the learner, making things fun, taking a day off because you're ahead of schedule...etc...but I can't do anything but deal with Nolan.  It's physical, emotional, and mental stress.

I love homeschooling the girls, I love having them home, I love being with them...this is where satan works on me because I drift into thinking, "if Nolan weren't in the equation, homeschooling would be working wonderfully."

Shame on me.

God led me to do some real soul searching, and I began to see that I had the view that God could only protect my children if they are homeschooled.  In this day and age, there are so many things that happen and can be heard in schools that we just wanted to protect these kids a few more years.  I still do.  My prayer each morning is that God would protect their bodies, hearts and minds. I pray that God will not allow them to hear anything contrary to what his Word says. 

At the same time, I clearly saw God leading us to school. My plan was Pre-k and homeschool.  But, the Lord yanked that rug right out from underneath us and so clearly led us away from my plan and toward His.

I woke up one cool day in October, and all 3 of my kids went to school that day.  Holy Sh&# balls!  Most moms lose their kids one by one, and I lost all 3 in a matter of moments.  I won't lie, that was a hard day.  Satan causes me to question our decision all the time.  Yet, with each question, God gives an instance or situation to prove He is right, He is in control, and He orchestrated all of this. 

Homeschooling was an idol for me.  I didn't want to feel like I was giving up, quitting, I didn't want to admit that the stress of Nolan's needs and schedule added on top of a homeschool schedule were too much for me. 

But, "I can do all things through Christ..." but, "He gives grace."  Just "give it to God."  Right?  You can insert any Bible verse or any inspirational quote here, but, there are times in life when God's trying to shut a door and we're defiantly standing in the way...arms crossed, eyes averted, stiff armed...that was me.

Megan, let me show you my grace, my comfort, my peace, my rest, come to me, let me carry this burden.
 
He whispered this for a while until he said it quite loudly through Brandon as he lovingly said, "We said we'd homeschool while it worked, and this year it's not working, and that's ok."
 
 
I am not a failure.  I'm a flawed human being, by the grace of Jesus trying to love my husband and children, but, I have limitations.  I'm not supposed to do it all on my own, and it's ok if our way is different than yours because God's given us different circumstances and trials to bear.  Yours aren't harder than mine, and vice versa, but, so long as we're loving God and loving others, I truly believe God knows the desires of my heart and will bless them no matter where my kids are.
 
Psalm 37:4 "Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you your heart's desires."
 
Matthew 6:21 "For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
 
Proverbs 16:9 "The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps. "
 
I woke up on a Friday morning not too long ago, in the middle of all these behavior issues, and it hit me like a ton of bricks...
 
I can't control these kids any more than I can control the weather. 
Typical children make us think we can, at least mine do. We can get a desired response or behavior out of these kids with fear of consequence, but, really, that's not always an accurate reflection of the heart. Nolan is the very same...just like my typical kids, Nolan's changes will come as the Lord does a work in his heart.
 
He's your boy Lord, you do the changin', I'll sit back and watch.




The Paschal's 2013

Sometimes approaching a new year, I have a hard time remembering what all happened.  Sometimes I think it's because these 3 children have sucked all the brain cells out of me, and then I also have to remember I'm only getting older:)  I mean, I completely forgot I told my mom I'd bring mashed potatoes to Christmas this year...seriously, who forgets stuff like that?  Anyway, as I took time to look back over the life of our family in 2013, the most common word that could be used is growth...I mean that, physically, spiritually, personally...

I took my very first girls weekend in February.  A few of my very closest friends and I holed up in a condo in northern Indiana for 48 straight hours.  Our families have grown up enough that we all felt good about leaving them behind with very capable daddy's, and so we went for it.



With a very spacious condo, we didn't leave the living area at all other than to sleep for a few hours each night.  We talked into the wee hours of each morning, laughed a lot, ate some good food, and have set out to make this an annual thing.

The spring brought about Adelynne (6 years old then) playing softball for the first time, a trip to Chicago, Nolan (4 then) finishing up developmental preschool, the girls and I wrapping up a very successful, blessed, 1st year of homeschooling (Aubrey finished 2nd grade and Adelynne kindergarten), numerous IEP meetings for Nolan, seeing Narnia on stage for the girls, daddy and I, and Brandon's 31st birthday.  All these events signal our children are growing up...not only in size, but, in interests and capabilities.  (And mom and dad aging a little ;)  Sometimes this realization makes me sad, but, it sure is a fun ride to be on.



In June, our Nolan turned 5 years old, and shortly thereafter, I left for our youth's Send Me Missions trip to Boonville, Indiana.  To say something like this is way out of my comfort zone, is an understatement.  For me personally, it's one thing to leave my kids behind while I get some time with Brandon for a few days, than it is to leave my ENTIRE family behind for 8 days.



That being said, I LOVED it.  I was able to help our students throw a VBS for a small church there in Boonville, and at the end of the week we threw a Family Night for the families of our VBS'ers.  I stayed up way past my bedtime, had many interesting discussions, and loved my time with our teenagers.  My girls have grown enough to be independent, self-sufficient helpers which allows me to be able to minister in other areas.  For this I am grateful.

July brought about my 34th birthday however I still feel 21 in my head:)

August brought about new school schedules.  Brandon headed back for his 7th year of teaching, Nolan headed off to a mainstreamed pre K program, and the girls and I began 1st grade and 3rd grade together.






 September brought some big changes, unexpected, unwanted, and heartbreaking, but, in the long run brought some growth.  Nolan was asked not to come back to preschool after 8 school days.  His high energy and distractibility were viewed as not suitable for this environment.  We spent days agonizing over this event.  Nolan ended up heading to kindergarten several weeks into the semester...the change has been very rough on ALL of us...especially him.  He's had a hard time, yet, week to week we continue to see growth.

October brought Aubrey's 9th birthday...wow! It also brought the girls heading to public school for the year, and me learning to grow in other areas...not just motherhood.

December brought Adelynne's 7th birthday and Brandon and I's 11th anniversary.  2013, overall, was a good year.  Each season of life brings it's own challenges...yet we know these surprises to us are never a surprise to our God. 

John 16:33
"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."

Knowing the Lord is control of our family each year, the good ones, and the bad ones give me great hope for the future.  I may struggle (a lot!), I might kick and scream, but, when given moments like this to reflect, I'm extremely thankful for each and every year the Lord gives us together.

Visit Steph (http://solidjoysandlastingtreasures.com/2014/01/01/from-where-i-stand-2013-in-review/) to find out what she's saying about 2013.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

From Where I Stand {Christmas Traditions}

        I grew up in a small town.  My grandparents (mom's parents), lived in a farmhouse outside of this small town. My grandparents had 5 girls (my mom being the middle), and my sister and I made up 2 of the 5 grandkids.  My grandparents and my family were the only ones that still lived "back home," so each Christmas, everyone would come "home" for a few days.  For the most part, everyone fit into my grandparents farmhouse.  Every morning, we'd get up, head to the farm house in pj's for coffee and breakfast. For a few days, we camped out at my grandparents ALL day, sun up to sun down, eating, playing games, napping, playing, talking...just being together.  As my grandparents aged, the farmhouse was sold, and they moved into town, just around the corner from us.  We carried on this same tradition of "camping out." Only now, as the sun was coming up, you'd see people walking around the corner, from house to house we'd go.  There'd be a house for early risers, and a house for the sleeping in teenagers.  I always knew growing up, that I loved this tradition and looked forward to it each year...I don't think I ever verbalized it, yet, now in my adult years, I miss it.  My two older cousins (and myself) have married, and now have to take into consideration the other half's family and traditions, and with 10 kids (ages 10-6 months) between the 3 of us, it's hard to have all of us well, in one place for more than one day (I love that day though, when we're all together).  My hope is that some day, as the first round of great grand kids gets older, we're able to pick back up this tradition, as the other two grandkids start their families.   I look back now, and realized my grandparents, especially my grandmother, must have loved having all of us in one place, even if it was a little loud and crowded.  Christmas of 2000, she'd been battling cancer for a while...she was well enough right before Christmas that they allowed her to come home.  She wasn't her typical self, she was weary and tired, and her spirit was weak, yet, I remember my mom wheeling her out into the living room in her pink robe and hat.  She looked somewhat distant and was quiet.  She sat next to the tree, quiet, and honestly, it bothered me, because she didn't seem herself.  A few years after she was gone, I realized she was observing, probably taking in this last time she'd be with us...storing away her last memories of her family, all together (most of us).  I think she probably felt in her heart this was her last Christmas.  It wasn't a verbalized tradition, or a set in stone tradition, yet, it was tradition enough for us that we just did it...year after year.  The family has grown and changed, we've lost both my grandma and grandpa, but, it's a tradition that I hope will be picked back up in the years to come.  If nothing else, it's given me so great memories from childhood.


      December 2006, I was expecting our second baby due right before Christmas. We took our just two year old, Aubrey, out to a tree farm to pick out a tree.  This was the first time we'd taken her to the tree lot to get out, wander through the trees, and pick one as a family.  Every year since then, we've taken our growing family out to a tree farm, the day after Thanksgiving to get our tree together.

Brandon (25 :) and Aubrey (3) and Adelynne (11 months), Christmas 2007


Christmas 2008 (that is Nolan strapped to me)



Christmas 2009



Christmas 2010




Christmas 2011



Christmas 2012



Christmas 2013


As I was rummaging through these pictures, I'm reminded of the goodness of our Lord.  I look at Christmas 2007 and think, we had just moved to Plainfield, but, really, life was easy.  The next year, Nolan's here, and I remember being in a pattern of denial that our baby was just fine, to, depression and fear over what the future would hold for this boy who was different.  Fast forward to this year's picture where life's trails are still prevalent, but, our kids are growing, Nolan's in a place of good forward progress, the girls are thriving, and I'm grateful we're all still here, together, holding on to each other and Jesus.

Ecclesiastes 3:4 "A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance..."

Tradition: the transmission of customs or beliefs from generation to generation, or the fact of being passed on this way.  From my childhood, to adulthood, my hope is that my children will be able to look back at their lives and appreciate unspoken traditions that taught them the importance of family, togetherness, simple times, and a love for the Lord that didn't have to be shouted from mountain tops, but,could be displayed in the way we loved, served, and were with each other.

I've joined a group of ladies doing something called a Circle Blog.  Head on over to Stephanie's blog:  www.solidjoysandlastingtreasures.com, and hear what she's saying in regards to Christmas Tradition...you'll be blessed.

Dedicating this post to my grandmother, Betty, who I look forward to seeing again in heaven someday.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Well hello there.

Has it really been over 6 months?  I'd like to suggest that I haven't been inspired to write, but that wouldn't be true. There are likely several blog posts all bottled up in my head dying to come out, but, I've been keeping a lid on it largely due impart to the fact that we are now homeschooling 2 children full time this year.  Finding time or inspiration to put coherent words together just hasn't been happenin'. 

 I do realize there are numerous reactions that follow such a statement...

Some of you might look at me like I've got 5 heads.  With much dramatic effect you might say to yourself, "Oh, they're "hooomeschooooolerrrrrs"."

Some of you probably think we hate the public school system, or that we think it's not "good" enough for our children.

Some of you probably think we're doing our children a disservice because they aren't getting the "school experience", or that they aren't going to acquire any "social skills." (This one specifically is my favorite:)

Or, less of you may be thinking, "Wow, I totally get where they're coming from."

I originally started this blog,  once we moved away from the majority of our friends and family over 5 years ago, to try and keep everyone in the loop .  The blog then turned into a way to keep up with Nolan and his developmental challenges, surgeries, and our heartbreak.  And now, here we are, raising kids.  

Kids.

Not babies.

It's a phase I'd really always looked forward to as we began our family.

Will the sleepless nights ever end?

Will they ever be all potty trained?  

Will we ever be able to stay out later than 7pm because a little one needs to go to bed?

So here we are, 8, 6, and almost (gasp) 5. 
 School-agers.  
Faced with what to do about their education.    What is best for them, Aubrey and Adelynne (Nolan's education is a whole other very large sticky ball of wax that needs it's own blog post or 2)?

In all honesty, someone's reaction to our decision to home school is not really a concern of mine.  However, it is now such a big part of our lives, I would be completely remiss if I didn't describe what God is doing and maybe some of the reasons we came to this decision.

Most of you know, Brandon is a public school teacher, in a GREAT school system.  He loves his job, his administrators, co-workers, and what he does.  He counts it a real blessing to be able to do something he's passionate about every day.  Some often ask when I mention we home school, "Oh, you must live in a bad school district?"  Actually, no, we live in a great school district.  Plainfield Schools are top notch, and the kiddos would receive a great education there.  

But, when it came to education for our kids, it wasn't just about e.d.u.c.a.t.i.o.n.  For Brandon and I, outside influences and exposures are very important.  We do not want to "shelter" our kids necessarily  but, we would like to delay exposure to some things.  For us, especially when we think about our girls, protecting their innocence is important to us.  Kids grow up too fast, and are exposed to things so quickly, and we expect them to deal with adult issues at such a young age.  We're trying to protect that.  For how long you ask?  I don't know the answer to that. For now, I'm teaching 2nd grade and kindergarten. 

When children enter kindergarten, they enter the school where their primary influence 8 hours a day, 5 days a week are those of their teachers and peers. For us, we wanted to be those influences.

Proverbs 22:6 
 "Direct your children onto the right path, and when they are older, they will not leave it."

This is all we are trying to do.  

I must digress for a moment and state that I know and understand that all family dynamics are different. What is right for our family is not necessarily right for another.  I am in no way trying to impose our decision on anyone else or thinking for a moment that we are right and others are wrong.  I have wonderful godly friends who home school, choose private school, and who choose public school.  I love that we are able to choose how we want to educate our kids. 

  Truly, my purpose is to just share what's God's laid on our hearts.

Someone asked me today, "So, do you see any benefits of homeschooling?"  

Well, since he asked, I'll share them with you.

I'm able to, currently, start each day with both girls in God's word.  Could we do that before or after school?  Sure.  But, we don't have to rush, we can talk freely, and we can pray together without time limits or time restraints.

I get to be a part of their learning! Watching Adelynne learn to read and remembering that God has allowed me this experience, wow!  I know that when I'm chasing my grand kids someday, I'll always remember.

Each time there is conflict, I get to resolve it with them...nurturing and teaching them about what God's word says about love, respect, being a peacemaker, putting others first...I mean, the list goes on and on.

Bottom line, I get to be front and center to their learning, as in education, and learning as in learning about life.  Amazing!

This truly is just the tip of the iceberg.  I could write a book about the changes we've seen in Aubrey (8).

Yes, there are benefits to homeschooling.

I won't lie, some days, most actually, that I'm just really tired.

Some days, I battle Aubrey's will...ALL DAY!

Some days, once Nolan is home from preschool, I have to let him make big messes so that I can work with the girls.

Some days I feel like there is not enough of me to go around.

Some days I feel like I can't do another day.

But then God gives moments of complete and utter clarity where I.KNOW.I.AM.IN.THE.EXACT.RIGHT.PLACE.AT.THE.EXACT.RIGHT.TIME.


I love it when the Lord affirms a decision.  

I should also mention...

Most days, my house is a mess.

Most days, the laundry is never done.

Most days, I take a power nap.

Most days, I couldn't tell you the last time I've mopped the kitchen floor.

Most days are pretty full.

But, most days, I feel compelled to say, "If I can do it, anyone can."


The last 6 months I've been trapped in a sea of papers, 2nd grade math, and kindergarten phonics, and I can honestly say, there's no place I'd rather be.