There are a whole lot of unknowns in my life right now so it felt so good to step into homeschooling again; something familiar, something I truly enjoy. I am learning to like the place I am in right now and am trying to look at it as a gift. It is a gift to not have any obligations, a gift to find our surroundings fun and intriguing, though these things surely won’t last. Even the forest and beach will become familiar (but hopefully never boring).
Right now I am sitting on my bed listening to the kids jump on the trampoline next door. The house is a vacation rental and it is vacant (which means the kids think they can use the trampoline). The kids have met a girl who lives in the neighborhood and today I told them to go knock on her door and see if they could walk her pet lamb with her or something (because who doesn’t want to hang out with a girl who has a 2 week old pet lamb!?!?). They are good at putting themselves out there and now I am listening to 4 girls squealing and laughing. You see, soon there will be friends and activities and all that comes with daily living and this gift of time with just me and my family is limited.
This year is not like other years and so we took a very different “first day” picture. It was a sweet time of walking and looking at nature with different eyes. Collecting things to make a mandala in the sand with things we found either in the forest or at the beach. Somehow, even the long days have added up to some very short years and now I am teaching a 3rd grader and a 6th grader. Sixth grade, that wasn’t that long ago for me. It was a year of transition as I changed from Catholic school to public. I can remember my wardrobe in 6th grade. Maybe because I was free to wear whatever I wanted instead of a uniform, or maybe just because I’m weird that I can remember that. Anyway, now I am the parent of a 6th grader and all the hormones and fun stuff that is likely to come with that. How. has. this. happened?!
I won’t get too sentimental now, because I have a tendency to do that. And just to let you all know that though I am trying to look at blessings my new life is offering, I don’t always succeed. There are mice or rats or something that Brian is working on killing living in my attic. And my hideous carpet and accordion doors have not grown on me. They still are almost worse than the mice because I have to look at them everyday. So there you go. I’ll leave you with those sweet sentiments so that when you think of me, you can remember that I still can use your prayers. I’m not “living the life” over here.
Clover was my retriever and collected my sticks and shells for me. Tatum was about to take a picture of Clover and me with our mandala when a dog ran up, scared her and then rolled around destroying it. That’s the traditional way, destroy it after you make it! Piper found a baby eel or something while she was making hers and we all liked Tatum’s stick letters. Until next time…