and that’s mostly an exaggeration. mostly.–and if you read between the lines mostly means, I want 8 kids if I don’t have to feel the way I do from the age of 0-3 months. Yucky. yucky….and again, yucky. Otherwise, 8 littles here I come.
Yes, I’m crazy. it’s established. I apologize…yet it’s why you read. I’m like a terrible car wreck, you just can’t look away. Dramatic I know. But worth it. Oh. So. Worth. it.
It’s not just the 8 littles that’s doing me in these days. It’s more then that. It’s the general idea that there is no way in –hang in there baby–that I’m going to put my kids in public school.–don’t worry, it’ll all come back around to the 8 littles in a minute– It’s something I’ve gone back and forth on since Hosanna was born. I want to do the homeschooling unschooling thing, but am completely petrified by the idea of it not being the right thing, feeling overwhelmed, and somewhere in there I envision myself rocking in a corner all alone, probably in the fetal position, and most definitely sucking my thumb.
But then it all changed, Lord did it all change.
I posted it best on twitter:
MammaInTheScene
How do you deal with friends of your littles that are bad influences?–z just referred to her privates as her “wiener” :-/3:38 PM Aug 30th from UberTwitter
This lovely new phrase from my almost two year old, is directly from a lovely little friend of ours…who goes to public school. aka ultimate death trap only trying to corrupt all that is pure in my precious littles lives.
It’s been a while with things like this coming. And it all comes out of Zuri’s mouth. talk of body parts in crass ways, a constant discussion of boys and girls dating. I can’t handle it. In fact, if you please, I’d like to live in a bubble now. that’d be nice. In my perfect world. With my perfect kids. And all we’ll ever do is pick daisy’s, run through the fields in our yellow underwear, holding hands–obviously–and singing a few bars of happy songs that talk about all the sun beams being like bubble gum and ice cream.
And I keep thinking about this family.
They have 8 kids.–ah ha! you see the connection now?!
And their kids love Jesus. And they don’t refer to their own privates as their wieners.–ps, there was more to zuri’s comment, but I spared us all the pain. And they don’t live in house with the fence up to the sky, wearing bonnets, and pleated skirts. In fact it’s the opposite. They live on the road. Ministering to drug addicts, homeless, prostitutes, biker gangs. That sort of stuff.–did I mention that their kids love Jesus through it? Because they do.
And since, I’m a mere 4 days away from turning 25 with two small children, feeling more then lost because there’s no bubbles with fields of daisy’s available currently, there’s part of me that wants to call up their mom and say “Don’t look now, but I’m going to do everything you do.”
anyway, my thoughts at 20 til 1am.
YES!
I choose no school
it’s a waste of time and oh so certainly corrupting.
don’t give in to the forces of evil. =)
just let the kids run around naked on a coffee high
works every time.
Eloquently said. Love the car wreck analogy. The good thing about teaching your kiddos at home is that right now you can start small, because they are small. Tot School! Come to the convention with us in the spring–now that might overwhelm you but you will get a taste of all the various possibilities. You guys are great parents and fantastic Jesus Freaks. I have no doubt that you will be a great unschooling parent.
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I want to live in a bubble too. When you find one, let me know. Because right now I’m also dreading the influence of the World on my son. And he IS NOT going to public school either!!
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