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rEaDy Or NoT hErE I cOmE!

This was always the threat we yelled before we opened our barely shut eyes to dash around and find our crouching, giggling, hiding kids during a neighborhood game of Hide-and-Go-Seek.

It was a threat, especially if we counted too quickly or skipped some numbers in order to stymy their hiding plans.

This is what school yelled  as August ended while my heart was still vacationing in Montana, the suitcases were nagging to be unpacked, and Amazon Prime was delivering school books one at a time to my doorstep.

I love school, but I love summer more.  I still have that childhood anticipation that all wonderful things happen during the summer.  It never comes quickly enough and it never lasts long enough. It’s when I slow down, bask in the sun, read, garden, and visit my relatives.

But, even as a child, my love for books, new school supplies, and friends could always stir up anticipation for the first day of school, and each day after that.

This year was no different.hometeached with watermarkWe began school.  It wasn’t pretty, but we got ‘er dun.

And while everyone else was staging adorable First Day of School pictures with matching Gymboree outfits on their Pinterest themed front porches, names artistically printed on hand-painted chalkboards, we did our own thang. And then we posted them a week later.

‘Cuz that’s how we roll at hOmE tEaChEd Academy, whether we’re ready or not.


Rhyme Time is a Fine Time

Sometimes, the reasons I love to homeschool are simple.
It’s not  great philosophical or academic reasons
I could spew off a soap box.
I love being with my kids.
 I also love being there for those amazing moments
of growth and enthusiasm when they conquer a new skill.
Imagine if I never saw the worksheet below,
and never had that
moment because this worksheet was completed then shoved
to the bottom of a desk or lost on the bus.
Click to enlarge.
I know ya’ really want to read this.
Yes, my daughter discovered the word
rhymes with the word
It’s truly moments like these make me
my decision to homeschool.
Teaching is my delight.
I teach with all my might.
My children are outta’ sight,
Even when they bite.
I really like to write
But my poetry is  a fright.
Speaking of rhyming,
Write Express offers a free online rhyming dictionary.
There’s another one from Ken Nesbitt’s
If you’re one of those cool, younger moms who
use their thumbs to rule the world,
there’s even a free app to download.
Kids love rhyming when it’s fun,
and shoving a worksheet in front of them first,
isn’t fun.
I like to entice them with a reading from
Jack Prelutsky first.
I blogged that I like to turn their
knee-jerk negative reaction into a knee-slap.
When they learn that poetry and rhyming
can be ridiculously fun,
then you bring on those boring worksheets.
Oh, did I call them boring?
Imagine my excitement when a local writer,
Marty Nystrom, wrote two poetry books,
one for the Old Testament and one for the New Testament.
A versatile writer, you know him best as author of
As the Deer” and many other contemporary worship songs.
Once while reading this aloud to Rebekah,
she giggled and said, “Mom, he has boys, right?”
Yea, he writes as a Christian, a poet, and a Dad.
Reading silly poetry
and giggling with my little girl,
is just one more reason why
I love homeschooling.

On Your Mark….

…Get Set….
Kids love to line up elbow to elbow,
their rubber-soled shoes pointing to an inevitable victory,
and dash forward with the final command~
Young kids think they’re going to win every race they enter.
They challenge their older sibling,
and think they’re going to win.
They challenge their dad,
and think they’re going to win.
They aren’t mature enough to  understand when they do win,
it’s because Daddy lets them win.
As they age,
they understand the competition,
they understand their limitations,
and they realistically know they might not win every race.
But, the diligent racers still put their foot forward,
crouch down,
and listen for that command
When I first lined up for the race of homeschooling,
I was confident I was going to win.
My enthusiasm and my excitement knew no boundaries.
Who doesn’t love school supplies?
I was thrilled to be doing
what I loved
whom I loved.
When I first heard the starting gun,
I took off sprinting.
The supplies and books had already been purchased,
special snacks and meals prepared,
everything was waiting for that exiting occasion~
the first day of school.
I was surprised to discover what I thought was going to be a sprint,
turned out to be the hurdles.
Through the years, my race has been interrupted by
books on backorder,
power outages,
and my personal battle with cancer.
When I first put my foot on that starting line,
I had no idea how hard it sometimes would be 
to see the finish line ahead of me.
But, I always kept my rubber-soled shoes pointing forward.
It wasn’t always pretty, but I always finished,
and I’ve learned to count
This year, I don’t think I was even at the starting line when the gun went off.

Like my kids, I just didn’t want summer to end.

But, like most veterans,
I now understand the competition and
I now understand my limitations.

I’ve learned what has to be done ahead of time,
and what can be done as you go.
I’ve learned that anxiety and frustration breed faster in a home
than all the dust bunnies in my corners.
I’ve learned that the most important thing about this race,
is to be thrilled to be doing

what I love
whom I love.


Ya’ know what? 

Once the race started again this year,
I was a little kid all over again.

My rubber-soled shoes are pointing to an inevitable victory,

I’m convinced I’m gunna’ win.