Doing it All

Thank you all for your prayers.  The little ones had a better day though Brendan’s pulse oxygen levels were still not ideal. They both slept REALLY well last night though – which means mama slept too.  Woo hoo!

We have made some hard decisions this week and I wanted to share them here because of a comment that was made by one young mom. She expressed disappointment, and perhaps a bit of resentment, over Funschool and all that we do. I try to present a fair survey of our lives here though obviously this blog isn’t the sum total of our existence. It is important though, especially as you begin the homemaking/homeschooling journey, that you have a realistic understanding of what your fellow moms are actually accomplishing. As a rule, it is going to be less than you have built up their production to be in your mind.

Funschool co-op ran pretty smoothly all fall. It was extremely gratifying personally to me to have those little faces shine back so enthusiastically. I found there are drawbacks to the co-op setting though. Most obvious is the fact that while home education can happen under wide, varied circumstances, group instruction with children from other families can only happen at set times requiring a significant amount of preplanning. Life in a large family, particularly with members who have health challenges, does not lend itself to inflexible schedules. Things happen. Even if each member has a need only once a month if you do the math that means a third of our month is eaten up. Fortunately homeschooling continues without missing a beat most often.  You are rarely sick enough to need to stop reading.  Avilian notebooks travel well. Guerilla homeschooling fills the gaps. We have a framework for WHAT we plan to cover daily/weekly/annually but we are flexible about where/when those goals are met each day and can adjust to the challenges the day brings.

The same is true for our cleaning schedule.  We can’t budge on that. With a large family you MUST clean your fridge, mop your floors, empty your vehicle, and order the clothing drawers at least weekly. Vacuuming/sweeping, bathroom cleaning, bed making, laundry,dishes and exterior kitchen surface cleaning must happen daily.  Actually I hit our main bathroom twice a day. (And I am not Martha Stewart.  It just would be gross otherwise. I have a lot of boys) Now some weeks I can’t stick to the prearranged focus day list and we have to double up another day. That’s ok. It is not ok to skip though or you really compound your mess.

Somewhere in your year you have seasonal/annual jobs that are flexible but can’t be put off indefinitely – closet cleaning, seasonal clothing swapping, oven cleaning, light fixtures, yada yada. We have found that while it would be lovely to set aside a week to do those things it never pans out unless you have secured a nanny to entertain your children. No, it is better to sneak in those jobs here and there. Children left to themselves bring shame upon their mothers….  Therefore I try to tackle a couple yucky jobs every week like emptying the bathroom door organizer which is this weeks goal.

I am rambling.  My point is you have to be a good steward of your time. The more kids you have, the more health issues you have, the less wiggle room you have. I live by a few slogans. One is that there is always enough time to do God’s will.  There is rarely enough time to also do your own agenda. I have found God to be economical. He always provides for our needs. Not always so with our ‘druthers.  When pressed for time and or when energy is depleting I have had to step back and ask again, what of this is God’s will and what is my own?  Clearly SOMEthing is my agenda because while God does not promise to make me supermom He does promise me I can carry my yoke with His help.  That does not mean I can carry ANY yoke I choose, only the one He has designed for me.  This is where I run into trouble.

Rebecca made a comment in an unrelated conversation yesterday that has stuck in my mind since. She said we often confuse the DESIRE to do something with the CALL to do it. Truer words were never spoken.  Take them to heart as I am. Most often in life we must make the hard decisions and let go of the "good" to attain the "best" for our families.

I let go of support forums this past year which was a
wrenching decision. I was faced with the choice to be a faithful friend to a
few women or to slack on my responsibilities too often while attempting to keep
on top of message board discussions. The choice seemed obvious when standing in
front of a closet that needed sorting but on a practical level it meant
removing myself from daily comraderie. I realized afterwards just how much I
relied on that positive feedback. It is much easier to motivate oneself when
you get applause here and there.

There was a lot of positive feedback from Funschool co-op.
One little girl whispered into my ear a few weeks ago “Thank you for being our
teacher!” Another asked the other day
when they could come to my house and learn letters again. Sigh. You have no
idea how sweet they are, nor how much fun it is to work hard when you have such
an appreciative audience. But the reality is time stops for no (wo)man. This lifestyle
requires a decent amount from us. To be responsible you have to make hard
choices. You can’t do it all. I know. I have tried. So, bottom line – another difficult decision –
I will continue to post Funschool plans here and hope everyone enjoys them at
home as we do but we won’t be hosting the real life co-op.

I also cancelled my speaking contract for this summer. Another VERY difficult decision. I like to share. I like to see people given the tools to effect positive change in their homeschools. Reality is my family doesn’t have the hours required to do justice to a conference presentation this year however. Perhaps it is my overgrown sense of responsibility but I believe when people pay their hard earned money they deserve a well-constructed, thoughtful presentation in return. If I allocate my time to assure that then many other things would suffer here. My first call is to do well at living this message. I want to be sure I am giving my all to that. Right now I can’t live it well AND present. This isn’t my season.

I often bring to mind an experience as a conference attendee many years ago.  The speaker began her talk (about how to be a good mother) by asking us for prayer for her baby who was howling in another room.  She spoke louder to be heard over the crying. : / It made a huge impression on me. I realize it would have been a career killer to have walked out on us, her full house audience, to go attend to that baby.  Still…

Reading blogs should encourage you, not demoralize you. If it sounds too good to be
true, assume it isn’t true. If you are
working hard and can’t fit in another thing then those other things are not God’s
will for you. He gave you a specific set of circumstances. Those are handpicked
for you. They won’t look like mine or anyone else’s. That is ok. You will have to make hard
choices. Do you want to do hands on history? Fine. You won’t likely get to do hands-on everything else AND scouts AND
have a vegetable garden. Are you having babies every 18months or more
frequently? That IS your task for this season in life. You may not get to
participate in online groups or have a weekly date night. You get unlimited
hugs and kisses every day – and night often – instead. In the end it is a lot
more to hang onto than a science fair project.  Be sure you are asking your husband, sincerely, how HE feels about your commitments.

 

Whatever circumstances you have been gifted with strive to
make the most of them. If you have a home, take really good care of it. Many
people are not so lucky. It may not be a mansion but for this time, now, it is
yours.  If you have a husband, take even
better of him. Similarly, many are not so fortunate and we don’t know how many days we will get to be a blessing to him. Don’t take that for granted. If you have children, turn off the computer and go join them. Don’t
worry about what the rest of us are doing, and be assured NO one is doing it
all. Everyone is making choices and many are making choices you would not be
happy with in the end. 

Running the Numbers

60 seconds to count respirations
4 temperature checks
6 nebulizer treatments
3 calls to make appointments
One missing insurance card
2 hours in the car
3 hours in the urgent care office
20 minutes on oxygen
2 chest xrays
35 minutes waiting for 3 prescriptions

Equals….

2 sick babies, one long day, but a much improved night.

Asthma stinks.

Civil War Ball

.
Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow… Here was the
last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair… Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream
remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind…

Was it only a dream or did we watch dozens and dozens of hoop skirts twirl around the dance floor for hours yesterday?  Knights and their Ladies fair.  It was the annual Civil War Ball and oh, was it a sight to behold.Asher and Alannah and their friends donned period costumes and learned the Virginia Reel, the waltz, the Military Two Step and more. They promenaded around that hall for hours and were happy as clams.

We have lost a lot by way of gallantry. These teens were instructed in etiquette such as being introduced, dance cards, the need for gloves and never touching your dance partner with nor on bare skin even if that should be an elbow. The nature of these old folk dances meant that everyone circulated all evening.  Most involved a series of steps and then rotation of partners. They danced to excellent live music from a reenactment band. What an unforgettable glimpse into our past. You can read about elections, leaders, and war.  Nothing can compare to setting images into your mind with  music and movement. They will remember researching period appropriate hair styles and manners. They will remember the two young officers arm wresting for the honor of a dance.

We are going to explore the reenactment group as a family and will keep you posted. Meantime, here is a peek at the evening:
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Friday Funschool J

Beans
J template – cut into jigsaw pieces  or cover with "jewels" (sequins)

ASL J Jesus and Jelly

 

Lit:

Jack and Jill

The Miracles of Jesus

Jack and the Beanstalk – it is fascinating to get several retellings and compare them.  DVD/video versions are available in many libraries as well.

Jamberry

Science:

Grow Jack’s  Beanstalk – this is one of those cheap, never fail projects. Place a bean into a clear plastic cup of soil.  If you press it to the outside edge of the cup you can watch the roots form.  A ziplock baggie works in a pinch.

PE:
Jumping Jacks – ok this really isn’t fair unless I tell you that in all honesty I have never met a preschooler who could actually DO a jumping jack. To a number their arms go overhead when their feet are together.  Don’t ask me why. Still there is a fair amount of entertainment value for both student and instructor. ; )
Alternatively any kind of jumping game works. A jumprope – again, not usually something a preschooler can master – swung very low and slowly is fun.  A trampoline is always a hit. Unless you live on the prairie… but I digress.

Montessori Work:
Jars and Lids – this is really geared more towards the youngest Funschoolers. Gather together kitchen and bath item containers as they empty and have them match them to their lids.

A juicing station is messy but provides lots of fine motor work.  On a tray place an orange juicer and orange halves and a cup to pour into. It is always a surprise to realize how many oranges it takes to make a full cup of juice.

Sensory table – fill tub with jello and let them squish to their hearts content. 

I Spy J  ooooh this was fun!  As was the J match

Jelly Bean Math – SO many things to do with a bag of jelly beans. You can sort by color, make repeating patterns, add/subtract, divide them into groups. When you are done they become a J snack. The Jelly Bean Fun Book   will give you lots of starter ideas. 

Jigsaw Puzzles – a word here – we tend to underestimate young children’s ability to do complicated puzzles. If given the opportunity they can! This is a great way to develop attention span and visual perception skills.

Snack:
Jelly sandwiches are a fine snack with juice this week. A fun cooking project is to make jam pockets. Roll out frozen (or homemade) bread dough into circles. Place a spoonful of jam in the center. Fold the circle in half and pinch the edges tightly. Bake at 350 til golden brown. Peanut butter and jelly works too.
Juice pops are another ideal kitchen project. Freeze juice in dixie cups with craft sticks or use purchased popsicle molds. Jello.

Finger paint with Jello

Bible/Saints:

St Jerome and The Lion coloring book

Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors  – you can use up those bits of tissue paper from the C (collage) project by gluing them to the coloring page to form his coat.

JOY – Jesus First, Others Second, Yourself afterwards, Joyful always.  I love this motto.  I think we will pick up some of those wooden letters from the craft store to paint and display.

Happy Birthdays!

Brendan the Be-Bop boy is three today. I would show you a picture of his three year old self but I can’t figure out the new camera cord so will wait for Allen on that.  Please be sure to go send a birthday wish to his birthday Buddy, Elizabeth, who stood by us all those months leading up to his birth while his Daddy was in the desert.

Have I told you this story?   Probably but I don’t see it on here. Whooey. What a night. What a year that was. Allen had decided to retire from the Air Force.  He thought a baby would be a good way to celebrate lol! We are funny that way.  I remember getting that positive pg test.  I remember standing in that same bedroom two days later when the call came.  He was being deployed. I didn’t cry then. I did lose my vision temporarily.  Freak migraine. Silent blind terror.

Grace covered us those months. Everything that could go wrong seemed to but friends showered us with help. I spent the second half of the pregnancy on partial bedrest as this baby grew faster than his dates suggested. When he steadily measured weeks ahead of his due date I gave up on Allen being there for the birth.  Then he didn’t come and didn’t come. Finally Allen left Iraq and flew to Baltimore. The last leg of the journey home. My gosh, he was gonna make it. I fell into bed in awed relief. It lasted about 15 minutes.  Then my water broke.  Dang.

After the initial panic wore off I called Allen back. Well, after I called the midwife and my labor partner. He had a fully charged calling card and managed to stay on the line for the next three hours til that baby appeared. Gotta wonder what that sounded like on his end. ; ) We wrestled that baby out. He remained neither posterior nor anterior but rather sideways. Ow ow ow.  So much for babies eventually just falling out! 

When all the excitement died down and the midwives went home I laid in bed staring at this little person sleeping. In all that post-labor adrenaline rush I couldn’t sleep and ended up just waiting until Allen walked in the door. It wasn’t the way we planned it.  Few things ever are!  But it was all good in the end. It always is. : ) 

Happy 3, sweet boy!  What would our lives be without you? 

And happy 39-again E!  Call me when that package arrives!

Funschool update

We took a long Christmas break but I hope to upload "J" this week. I am undecided as to whether we will continue to host preschool co-op at the house on a weekly basis or if we will rotate or share the teaching or what. My energy level fluctuates and some weeks were awfully tiring. So we are playing that by ear.

Still, we have enjoyed our lessons tremendously.  I didn’t realize just how much until recent weeks. Kieran burst into tears at the suggestion we discontinue hosting. Brendan also surprised us with his ability to recite the better part of the alphabet. I had said from the start that he would just be along for the ride since he didn’t appear to be paying much attention.  That absorbent mind is an incredible thing however! He has been soaking up all that he hears.

The older children have been studying the middle ages this year for history. I plan to upload a rough outline of our topics, links, and notebook pages as I can.  We are doing life science using Concepts and Challenges in Life Science as a spine.  It lends itself to outlining and notebooks. For lit we are reading historical titles that correspond with our history era and also exploring the fairy tale genre in great depth. I am reminded of CS Lewis’ dedication to the Narnia books where he tells his reader that she may now be too old for fairy stories but that eventually she would become old enough to read them again. They are ageless and timeless and ideal for teaching characterization and plot etc.  The middles still break into a chorus from the Fisherman and His Wife (Funschool F) when I ask them to come to me from the other side of the house:

Flounder, Flounder in the sea
come to me oh come to me…

Yes, they are homeschool kids lol!  All in all we are refreshed from our vacation and have thrown ourselves back into study with renewed vigor. I hope your new year is off to a similarly encouraging start! : )

Joy

A real life friend of mine was asking more about our first son’s birth and how that played out – being young, a continent from home, and in a medical crisis.  Our chat evolved into a larger discussion about joy in general and how one accounts for it.  She asked to share my letter so I am going to share it here fwiw since this topic has come up a few times in private email:

> No there are no easy answers.  I have thought a lot about why we
responded
> the way we did. Part is just really good fortune. I have always
been doggedly
> optimistic.  Also more than a bit stubborn. All it takes
is someone saying
> ‘you cant" to trigger my ‘oh yes we can!’ response. 
Part is that joy is a
> gift of the spirit and I can’t take personal
responsibility for that gift.
>
> That said, I do think Joy is also
something we can cultivate. No matter how
> awful things are there are
always many more awful things that are not
> happening. We have to focus
on the rose and not the thorns because in truth
> the one is always
accompanied by the other.
>
> I am not an old woman but the longer
you live the more awful things happen
> both to you and to those around
you. As time goes on I have become acutely
> aware of what suffering is.
Every moment we have been given protection and
> reprieve is treasured in
my heart because gosh life is hard and short.  When
> you face that
reality you have to choose whether you will let that overwhelm
> you or
whether you will survive – and thrive. That is where that dogged
>
determination comes in. I am determined to thrive and to make the most
of
> the roses. I can’t control the thorns. I CAN maximize the garden and
make it
> as beautiful as possible.  Its my little attempt to thwart Satan
who would
> like to see us despair.
>
> Sometimes it takes a
very conscious effort to look for things to
> appreciate – the sun coming
through the window, the smell of bread baking,
> the soapy clean hair on
newly bathed babies.  Once you make a habit of
> seeking out those little
wonders like that, always always thinking of how
> much worse you could
be, it starts to come more naturally.  In our family
> there is never a
shortage of opportunity to practice. : /  Just this morning
> our(second)
brand new trampoline was victim of a freak wind storm.  $400 GONE.  It
> was
hard to swallow.  My dh and I saw thorns.  Lots of them.  When the initial
>
shock wore off we stopped and talked a minute.  I said well, for all we
know
> someone may have been going to have a terrible accident on there
today and
> God swept in and intercepted that disaster.
>
> I
guess my other thing is that depression runs in my family. I have been
>
blessed to avoid it but its been ever present in my relatives. They can be extremely
< negative and it wore on me. I have vowed to try to avoid that
rut
> to the extent that I can. Now that doesn’t mean the Pollyanna in me
always
> wins. I cry easily and often. Some horrific things have happened
to me. The
> baby’s health wasn’t one of them if that gives any indication
of how serious
> I am.  But what are you to do?  I just won’t let it
defeat me. Thank you God
> we aren’t on the streets of Iraq or Darfur. We
have warm rooms, good food
> and the opportunity to try harder again every
day. We have our knowledge of
> God. We will never suffer as He did.  We
are ok. We have to ride the waves
> with our eyes on the shore
ahead.
>
> One thing that has helped me beyond measure has been
surrounding myself with
> uplifting stories.  For me that is the story of
the saints who to a number
> have had to overcome horrible suffering.
Scripture is full of suffering
> people who still found joy. It is a
mystery in my opinion.  That whole
> concept of ’embracing’ the cross has
always been a mystery to me. Slowly
> slowly God is helping me.  I have
had to ask HIm to please help me
> understand HOW in the world to actually
embrace my crosses when my gut level
> response is to dodge them wherever
possible. Maybe someday I will actually
> ‘get’ it. I am an admittedly
slow student.  God has given me lots of chances
> to learn this lesson
though. Bottom line though – I try to remember to just
> ask Him when I
can’t find silver lining. "What is the good You are bringing
> from this
situation?  What am I supposed to learn? Help me to suffer
> patiently as
You did."
It works. Sometimes better than others ; )