Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
today in science, he'll be building an orange smoke bomb. something weird about building bombs in "school" and having your mom encourage it. well, i'm just saying.......
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
quality or quantity?
it's about the quality of education. it's about offering things that public school kids cannot get. or, if they do... it may be taught by a secular educator that doesn't have my family values.
that said, i rented a wonderful dvd from our library about mother teresa. i knew bits and pieces about her life. my husband knew very little. and my son, knew nothing. after watching the dvd by myself on saturday and again monday night with the boys... i thought, how can one not go through life without knowing about hers? what she sacrificed, what the white and blue signify on her robe, her missions, etc. want to give your children quality education? rent this or read about her! i love her. and happily, my son learned really wonderful things about this beautiful person by laying on the floor with a popcorn bowl. i'm glad we have this freedom...away from the public system.
we've also turned the corner from "history." there is so much we need to cover... yet so much we've already covered. so, for awhile... we're covering "current events." since, he is "growing up in history and this era will no doubt go down in history, as a really tough time." we've been using this site:
http://www.izzit.org/events/index.php
some topics are just way over tommie's head (and mine, too), but i pick and choose... print off and discuss and work on.
quality or quantity?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
our homeschool world... would certainly never make a cover or even an article for a homeschool magazine. depressing, ugh? want to know what our day(s) look like? read on... (note: sarcastic and exaggerated)....
-cheerful mom tending to laundry in the basement. knowing darling pre-teen son is dutifully doing his math lessons. mom skips up the basement stairs, laundry basket on her hip... to find son has taken apart all the ink pens and playing with the parts and has not even attempted to start math. tisk-tisk tommie... back to lessons, please. "oh, sorry mom.. you're right!" i pleasingly think to myself, how nice it is that he's always telling me "i'm right."
-"how many more pages do i have to read?" is what darling pre-teen son says to mom... and it's not because he wants to read more... it's because he wants to get outside and work and take apart his lawn mower. he's into dad's grinder and electrical tools. in the barn, he blasts the country music station on the radio. well, how's that for music appreciation? i mean willie nelson was one of the best songwriters of all time. thinks i. and afterall... you can learn a lot about life when you listen to the words to country music. especially kid rock's, summertime in northern michigan. ahh, but not my son... he would instantly saunter over to the radio and turn the volume down when a song like that came on. i just know he would. (not.)
-i smile sweetly, look over at dear pre-teen hormonal son and see he is doing his math. oh, the joys of our homeschooling. wait.... he's managed to get every problem wrong. and he joyfully (always happy) complains that "gosh mom, the squirrel distracted him." i make him re-do the problems... and he really enjoys it. doesn't mind a bit. not one bit at all. "can i do more mom? you know, for practice?" he asks. ahhhh, my over-achieving son. no darling, says i.... you've done enough. (not true!!!)
-now, i run upstairs... to put laundry away. with his list of daily academic achievements all listed out for him... i just know my self-directed child will continue checking lessons off his list. i smile knowing how in control my parenting skills are and what a spectacular homeschool mom i am. trying not to let my ego inflate... i hear the grind of the electric pencil sharpener... and nod knowingly. the grind runs on and on and on.... how many pencils is he going to sharpen? thinks i. quickly, i redirect my thoughts and smile to myself thinking.... ahhh, it's just like him to be prepared and plan ahead is all. i skip down the steps to find he has taken apart the pencil sharpener and enjoying learning how the motor works. that boy just loves the sound of the motor. no pencils were sharpened. now or ever.
-hunger pangs strike in my hormonal, eating machine pre-teen and he asks for lunch. it's 11. okay 11:30... and we're still working through math. my jaw begins to tighten. my neck is breaking out in an itchy rash.
-i try not to compare myself with other homeschool families. those i know. and those i've never met. i envision a houseful of complying children. all who are overflowing with the love of learning. i think i am the only one on the planet who has ever encountered a day like this. (okay...many days). my enthusiasm fades. i get grumpy. i compare some more.
-i'll stop my story now. except, i should mention that my moody, hormonal pre-teen son... decided it would be really cool to wear this watermelon on top of his head during spelling. and, yes.... he thought it would be cool to cut off the sleeves of his new camo shirt and make it sleevless.
if i was really creative and flexible... i could justify all this as: home-ec (t-shirt designing), creative arts/ self expression (watermelon on head), music appreciation and shop or vocational training (ink pens, pencil sharpener)....
but, that's just between us. smile, wink, nod.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
look, i could beat my son over the head with a bag of wonder bread... and he would never understand greek mythology. i could threaten to make him sit at the kitchen table until 9 am every night... pushing academic excellence. i could enroll him in every enrichment class available to him. but, if that's not his passion. or his God-given talent... then i would be wasting valuable time.... time he could spend pursuing his own interests. not the government's.
what is it with you anyway? shouldn't you be working on resolving the wars that are happening? especially iran's nuclear ambitions? deciding whether or not you should send more troops to afaganistan... which by the way, i thought you were anti-war... but since you're heading to denmark today... shouldn't you be inviting the olympics to michigan instead of your backyard in chicago? michigan could sure use the economic shot in the arm... regardless if it's a few years away. i'm just saying... and another thing... perhaps good education starts at the top? with a better curriculum and better teachers. let's not play the blame game... the kids are just learning what the guideline says. they have no control of pushing their education. nor do the teachers.
not all of our children are meant to be engineers. doctors or lawyers. quite frankly, i don't want those type of stressful jobs for my son. God knows and has the plan. not the government. while, we are certainly grateful for those who've achieved high scores on their act's or sat's.... but, let's also be greatful to the man who picks our morning garbage up in the morning.
that said, let's not forget.... that we also need plumbers. we're grateful for tow-truck drivers. we need certainly need good local mechanics. and, we need the crane operators to give the white collar's a place to earn a living.
as a mother of a son... i often think what type of wife my son will have? i am hoping she's out there.... learning homesteading lessons from her parents. i'm hoping her mother is teaching her to be a good keeper of her home. and love her family and God. how to be thrifty, bake and be a good mother. these lessons will serve a happy life to herself and those around her.
Ecclesiastes 3:22. enough said.