Our first year of homeschooling I found so many incredible ideas for hands-on projects and activities. It was fun, if I do say so myself. My second year that dwindled, and last year was dismal. We made it through our daily lessons of bookwork, but there just wasn’t any fun. Last year was survival mode as I battled the bipolar disorder…But this year, this year, offered hope.
Hope, that we could have fun again. That Patrice could enjoy some fo the hands-on activities similar to what we had done in the first year, when she was oblivious.
And I think, we have had more fun. We are getting through material, going on field trips, and enjoying projects. Today, we did two fun projects in art and science.
During art, we made cards for a friend in the hospital.
This afternoon we did a science project learning how plant seeds might travel to other places in the world. We “made” seeds and sent them flying.
The best part was seeing Patrice not only get involved in the activity, but watching the video beforehand, and being able to explain what it was saying, and argue her point, successfully I might add, with her sisters.
Every day has it’s adventures, but today included some intentional fun!
Last night was another great night of Halloween fun. The girls made their costumes earlier in the week, the weather was perfect last night, and there were very few Trick or Treaters, so people were very generous to my girls. Caitlyn and Sue weighed their loot–7 lbs and 6 lbs respectively. Sue’s candy haul weighed more than she did at birth!!
We had so few Trick or Treaters that I put our candy out on the porch and we all went together.
Caitlyn was a jellyfish, Sue was the Ocean Blue, and Patrice was Rapunzel. They put them together all by themselves.
No help from mama.
I remember not too long ago when they needed my help to walk up to the doors, knock, say Trick or Treat, and Thank You. This year I was just a chaperone.
And it made me kind of sad. It was the first year my babies didn’t need me. Okay, not kind of sad. I actually walked from house to house holding back the tears. Hubby says it is because I have done a good job raising them to be creative, confident girls.
I say, “where did my babies go???”
It is beautiful outside right now. The weather is beautiful, the laughs and giggles are beautiful. And the learning is beautiful.
Patrice is having some trouble learning sight words so I am trying to incorporate some new methods…one involves a beach ball with some of her words written on it–when you catch the ball you have to read whatever word your right hand is closest too.
I also sported some handmade bling for the sight word of the day, which you might have guessed is THE. Patrice also wrote the word of the day on the whiteboard. We’ve been having some trouble with the word the because Patrice finds it boring and she doesn’t like to read boring words–so I decided to jazz things up around here!!
Except for this for my Sue when she learned how to read a challenging book, I have never colored my hair. I’ve always been proud of it’s color and was afraid if I dyed it, what I had when the color grew out would not be what I have now.
I was born with red hair, but after that was a blondie. And have always considered myself a natural blonde. There are times my hair looks pretty brown, but if I dry it with a hair dryer or let it dry naturally before I pull it back, it is primarily blonde.
I was once at a hairdresser getting a cut and a lady walked by me, pointed at my head and said, “I want her color.” My hairdresser told me a lot of people come looking for what I sport naturally.
That has stuck with me. Obviously.
And it got me thinking about our words. That whole conversation took place over 15 years ago. And I still think of it. That one compliment still impacts me. 15 years.
What will my girls think of my works in 15 years? Caitlyn will be almost 25, Sue almost 24, and Patrice almost 21. What will stick with them? Which of my words will matter to them?
What one does, the others must do. Even when it comes to cookie baking.
Catilyn can now bake almost completely on her own. She does a great job with very little input from me. Sue and Patrice want to do it too. But their skills are at a different level, there is a great deal of fighting, and they are younger, so mama has to be a lot more involved.
And I don’t wanna. I’ve gotten spoiled. I’ve gotten lazy.
But here I am. I’ll expect my mommy of the year award any moment.
Right now Sue is telling Patrice they can’t use the mixer because they are making old fashion cookies and doing it the old fashion way.
Well, okay then.
And Sue just realized she put in one too many eggs, so I am doing some quick math in my head to try and fix it (okay, not such hard math, but hey, it’s my blog, I can sound as amazing as I want, right?). My goal is to have her do all the reading and hopefully she’ll start to understand why she needs to read well.
It’s a darn good thing the baking process will kill germs introduced in the mixing process.
And the flour is everywhere. Yippee, we get to mop when we are done!
This is what grace looks like:
Grace is 5 years ago this little bundle screaming her head off as we put her up to the slide (not down the slide), while her very sick mama battled postpartum depression, anxiety and psychosis in the background.
Grace is a mama still be here, homeschooling, her three beautiful daughters that 5 years ago today she tried to surrender them to her midwife during a psychotic break.
Grace, grace, Gods’ grace is this little girl, who was screaming on that slide 5 years ago while her mama battled for her mind, now wrapping her arms around her mama and telling her she’s the best mama ever.