Thursday, November 14, 2013

The beginning of a blog.

I was the typical home schooled child. I have been through all of Saxon math, can list all the presidents (even James K Polk) I know what a classical education is, have been politically active since I was 10, debate team co-captain. Read ALL the Josh Harris books. Yes I have been there, done that, have that and got the t-shirt to prove it (you know the one that says I was homeschooled and so were all the smart people that ever lived, it goes great with a denim skirt in case you were wondering)

So when it came time to talk about educational options for our children, I was pretty sure I had a handle on homeschooling. And I kind of think I might, kinda, maybe. Homeschooling I might have a handle on, but being a wife, mommy to 4 littles, short order cook, shopper, house cleaner, laundry-doer AND teacher, THAT I did not have a handle on. And when I got online to find "support" and inspiration via blogs, pinterest, facebook etc I found what seemed to be supermoms. Who's house was always clean, there was a hot dinner on their table breakfast lunch and supper, their kids were neat and polite and sat while doing needle point and whos 10 year old was about to earn his doctorate. There was a horrible little monster I discovered that lived in me. It was that of comparison, I found myself comparing myself to these online "super moms" and then getting depressed and beating myself up for being me. My husband would kindly remind me that I was fine, our kids were/are fine and the laundry will still be there in the morning.

So all of that is what brought me to this blog. I don't know that anyone will read it, and that is fine, you probably needed to wash your dishes (I sure do) I hope to chronicle our homeschool journey in a realistic way. Imperfections and all, because really what we moms need is not to see that some are able to be "super" but that there are other moms out there, just like us. Who are imperfect, who's house is a mess, who's kids do eat honey toasted cold cereal for supper. Because sometimes we need the reminder that we aren't a failure because we aren't perfect.