We are homeschooling! We officially started in June when Jason finished up preschool at his private school. 

I started in January only doing twice a week dipping my feet in the water helping us get in the routine on Jason’s home days. That way I could figure out the kinks of when we started official full-time homeschool. 

This helped a lot the first week, because both boys knew what to expect. 

Our days for school are very simple. We have our morning routine and then they get an hour of free play that gives me time to work on my morning chores and set up anything for school. Then we meet in the playroom and we do our circle time. In that time we are counting, going over our alphabet, going over the calendar, and reading one story. Then we go into the dining area and do the lesson or sometimes we just do the lesson right on the playroom floor. The lesson usually is a game, something I find on Pinterest, a workbook (they do as many pages as they feel), or they use fun materials like a puzzle. I personally love reusable things. So we don’t have a lot of supplies. The school days are only 30 minutes long. The rest of the day is filled with playing, a play date, or going somewhere. So far I have loved the breathing space that homeschooling has allowed. It also has given me the privilege to be on the front lines of their learning. I love seeing them connect and figure things out.

I originally was on the fence with the idea and thought it over for about six months. There was apart of me that was craving flexibility for our family and not a strict structure. We thrive on routine and flow. I didn’t want our calendar to be over filled and miss connecting with my children. I wanted to be in charge of our calendar. At first I was hesitant as we were figuring out how give our extroverted son the much needed time with friends. Peter said he would bring them to Awana giving them consistency throughout the school year. They could do recreational sports, a co-op and of course play dates. We have taken both our skills and combined them. I am more organized and love figuring out creative ways for them to learn something and Peter is also an extrovert and isn’t too tired to go out at night.

We are doing homeschool year around giving them breaks for when we go on trips and for events so we can keep the routine making it more smooth on all of us. That way we don’t have the feeling of starting over. Instead going with the flow of the next step.

This is the beauty of homeschool. We get to do what works for our family. Live a slower paced intentional life where we can grasp the lessons with our children and grow along side them.

As I walk into this Summer I don’t want it look back on it as something I just filled my calendar with and was exhausted the whole time. I want to look back at this Summer as a time I enjoyed with my children by just playing with them and letting them take the lead. I want room for them to take Summer in in their own way with their simple play.  I want slow days exploring the beaches. The running barefoot in the cool green grass. The sweet taste of fruit and popsicles. The splash of a pool or sprinkler. I want to dig in the dirt with them, pick wildflowers, catch bugs, roast marshmallows, make simple meals so we get more outside time. Summer isn’t meant to be rushed by the beauty it holds. 

It made me sad this morning while holding and rocking my son and singing that my children are the only young children in Church. Young families aren’t attending anymore. The heart of the body of a Christ has lost sight of the urgency of the gospel. 

We sat and sang in clothes we wear every day. Coming as ourselves. 

As I gently work on my boys hearts showing them that following God isn’t about rules, perfectionism, and shame I want them to see the honest beauty God has for them. 

The approach should have always been gentle. When it became a place of guilt, comparison and perfectionism, that’s when I believe the shift of the next generation stopped coming.

When the lifestyle of the generation who worshipped God on Sunday’s, but their actual lifestyle didn’t line up. That is when the next generation stopped coming. 

The Church has become lukewarm and have taken lightly of our Savior. If people are claiming a belief and become inconsistent with their lifestyle then that belief is less appealing for outsiders to seek and hold onto. Again, why the next generation have stopped coming.

The Church has become lukewarm and have taken lightly of our Savior.

James 2:26 “As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without eats is dead.”

When the Bible teaches the opposite. It teaches love, iron sharpen iron, encouragement, accountability, and salvation. It teaches us being imitators of the one who calls on the children himself. 

Philippians 2:1-11

Ephesians 5:1 “Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love just as Christ loved us and give himself for us as a fragment offering and sacrifice to God.”

Luke 18:16 (Matthew 19:13-14, Mark 10:14)

“But Jesus called the children to him. 

‘Let the children come to me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.’”

I plead with my generation to do better. To rise up and not let our hearts and our children’s hearts be cheated with the abundant life Christ offers us when we walk with him. 

When we actually follow, imitate christ and invite God to have meaningful joy in our lives. The church will grow and the pews will once again be full.

In the past I would’ve told my children they couldn’t partake in communion. But today I took it as an opportunity to tell them why we are getting juice cups and crackers. I’m learning in the chaos of life to teach my children the most important thing that they will need to turn to at the end of the day which is following Jesus.

“Talk to them. Let their curiosity be an opportunity to include them in something good.”

If I truly want my children to learn about the Lord and follow him I need to take the daily opportunities. 

“Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.”

Ephesians 5:1-2

When they willingly pick up their Bible and ask to read.

When they ask questions at bedtime. 

When they want to play Bible story app with me on my iPad. 

When they ask to sit in Church and do what the grown ups are doing.

When they want to do their own “devotional” while I do mine. I give them daily bread books to write in while I work on mine.

These are daily opportunities that I cannot let slip past me. Ephesians reminds us about the waging war inside world. This is a soul battle. This creates an urgency in my heart as I’m reminded of this.

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”

Ephesians 6:12-13

I want to slow down and let their curiosity lead me to godly conversations with them. Even if it inconvenient to the worlds schedule. It’s powerful for them and could save their very souls.

This was one of the most memorable Mother’s Day. We celebrated on Friday. Peter dropped Jason off at school and brought Logan with giving me some time to sleep in. I was still in bed when Logan ran in with the huge balloon “Happy Mother’s Day mom”. I invited him in the bed to dive in the sun chips together and snuggle. Tears suddenly started streaming down my face. Fighting against negative thoughts and being swarmed with thankfulness all at once. 

I don’t take my boys for granted. It’s hard pushing myself past the lies I once was told ‘you don’t deserve to be a mom’. And yet God himself gifted me with my son’s. Then as I’ve navigated the early years of motherhood trying so hard to be the best mom I can be for my boys still never felt I was doing enough. It was my counselor who has helped me slowly build my confidence, push past the lies and even say out loud “ I am a good mom”. Others still question, but I’m done questioning. I can’t raise them in the shame and guilt I never deserved. The battle inside still wages but slowly one step at a time I know I am the best mom for the children God has given me. 

I  used to think it’s not a big deal if you see a dad holding his child. People would compliment Peter and say he’s a good dad for holding the boys. I would shake my head at these compliments. Overtime I’ve learned some children don’t even have memories of being held by their dad. Our culture has taught men to not be affectionate, because it’s a sign of weakness. Children don’t need a tough dad, they need a kind compassionate dad who gets down at their level wipes her tears, talk to them calmly when they are losing their own control. They need a dad who reads to them, can be silly with them, who doesn’t rule over them, but gently guides. They need a dad who holds them. 

Ephesians 6:4 “Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.”

At the end of the day it’s about being intentional with our children. Whether we work or stay at home with them. The value of a stay at home parent is no less or greater then the one who goes to work.

When  we step into the mindset of comparison we take away the value both sides deserve. The reality is, both work hard. There are easy days and hard days. Both equally important. One side is saving the other side making. The investment looks different but adding quality to your lives. 

The days don’t end until the kids are asleep. When the working parent comes home their day is not over. There are still chores to be done, relationships to connect with. This is the same reality with the stay at home parent. The stay at home parent does all the behind scenes keeping the house intact and cultivates the environment for the family.

For our family finding the balance of Peter not overworking and our family still being provided for is our goal. Finding breathing space where we are all connecting and having time to reset is really important for how we want our children raised. It starts with recognizing each others jobs as both important and then staying engaged throughout the day even on the days we are exhausted. Parenting is hard, and exhausting, and we only get to do is once as a team.