When we first started homeschooling, I naïvely believed with all my heart that my children would LOVE school. They didn't mind learning (nevermind loving it), but they HATED writing. We could do any assignment orally. But when the children were told to do something (anything) in writing, I witnessed, to my unbelieving eyes, the return of the temper tantrum. Happy voices turned ugly. Whining, crying, and wailing prevailed. Little bodies writhed on the floor or ran away.
Maybe their little muscles just weren't ready to write, I don't know. Whatever the cause, I thought, What am I going to do with this? We couldn't go on through elementary, junior high, and high school doing our assignments orally! Not with one child, but especially not with four!!!
I cajoled, I argued, I threatened. I finally figured out that God's way would be the best way to handle this rebellion, because after all, rebellion is what it is. (Proverbs 29:15).
One small compromise: I allowed them to tackle the keyboard from a very young age, making up words and stories and sending I-love-you emails to their parents and sisters. Yes, I wanted them to learn to get their thoughts from their brains to the end of a pencil. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the thoughts went from their brains to a keyboard. ??
Forward several years. My fifteen year old daughter is twelve days and 23,000-some words into a novel. She is a participant in 2009 NaNoWriMo (that's short for National Novel Writing Month). She has a journal and a story blog in addition to her regular blog. She writes for the HSB Backyard. Once in a while she contributes to my church ladies' newsletter. Who'd a thunk it? She still hates writing by hand, if it's assigned writing, but she has learned to write in spite of it.
As happens any time you make a strong statement in a public forum, I drew fire with yesterday's post. Read the comments.
Here's the point.
If you educate God's way, you are better off.
If you choose to homeschool, you are better off doing it God's way.
If you spend your money God's way, you are better off.
If you worship God the way he prescribed, you are better off.
If you nourish your body God's way, you are better off.
If you train up your children God's way, you are better off.
If you attend the church of God's choice, you are better off.
If you choose your friends God's way, you are better off.
If you spend your time God's way, you are better off.
Not better. Better off.
Homeschooling is not the salvation of our children's souls. Homeschooling does not give me a guarantee that my kids will be saved, sanctified, and serving the Lord. But I can see it from here.
I've been thinking about that visit to our local high school. One person commented that it must be a really tough school. I'm thinking, as in inner city L.A./N.Y./Miami? This is what I would expect to see in inner city L.A., but we are out here in the middle of nowhere, AZ. I don't think we have a tough school, necessarily. Actually I think most high schools in America have come to this. As things have gone downhill with grades, teacher and student behavior, administrative foibles, and the endless black hole effect of pouring money into the school system, we have added more and more rules. No prayer. No Bibles. Carry I.D. Fenced-in campuses. Campus police. No pocket knives, squirt guns, bubble gum, aspirin, etc. It's just proof that you can't legislate righteousness. After putting all these rules into practice, we still have more problems.
The real problem with public school is in the heart of most of those who are involved with it -- government officials, board members, teachers, parents. The students are the victims. Public school is a mess that I don't want my kids to experience. With a different foundation (the Bible) and a different outlook, and a very different goal, public school could be a great ministry. But it isn't. And it's not God's way to begin with. It's one of those carts from 2 Samuel 6. When David saw that the Philistine heathen had put the ark of God on a new cart in 1 Samuel 6, he probably thought, What a great idea! That would be much more efficient than having the priests carry the ark. But putting the ark on a cart resulted in disaster for David and his people. God didn't care how the heathen transported the ark, but his own people were to follow the instructions he had given Moses. God's way was to carry the ark, no matter what extra work was involved. We (my family) are God's people. Public school has been around for a long, long time, but for God's people, it's a new cart. God's way to educate our children is to bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Ephesians 6:4. He gives us many warnings to keep away from the ways of the heathen (the heathen aren't just in deep dark Africa -- they shop at Wal*Mart) and to depart from those who teach contrary to God's word. Sure. It would be much more convenient to send my kids to school, and a lot less work for me. But it's not God's way at all. It's bound to result in disaster.
I don't believe the fact that we homeschool makes us better than you or anyone else. However, I do believe with all my heart that my children are better off than those who attend public school, and our home life is better off for it, too. Anything and everything in us that is good is not there because we are good, but because of the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ. No matter what other way is out there, we are content to do our schooling God's way. I feel sorry for those kids behind bars. And I feel sorry for those teachers, administrators and government people who can't figure out why their system isn't working. They'll never get it until they read and believe God's word and put it into practice. Public school is now a doomed system graduating doomed students (if they graduate at all). No new carts for us, thank you.
Amy made my heart glad today with this remark, "Boy, I'm happy I don't have to go to school!" It's the kind of remark that encourages an insecure homeschooling mother to just keep plugging along.
The girls have been wanting to play tennis for some long while. Upon hearing of this the other night, a friend from church generously loaned us a couple of rackets and a can of balls. He said, "Just go to the fire station and ask the fire chief for the key to the tennis courts. I do it all the time." Just to be sure we weren't going to be chasing a wild goose, I called the fire station this morning. I had four girls all dressed for the courts and ready to go. "No... we haven't had the keys for the tennis courts for three years. You'll have to call the high school." Aha! Just as I suspected! A goose was loose.
After learning that I would have to bravely send my girls on to the high school campus, I gave them $5 for a key deposit plus a walkie-talkie. In fifteen minutes my radio bleeped. I could hear a bit of resentment in my daughter's voice. They needed to have an adult signature. Why don't adults trust kids? I had to brush my teeth and make my hair look presentable, but my girls waited patiently. Borrowing my daughter's bike I pedaled three or four blocks to the high school.
No one accosted us when we entered the gate, but the girls had been questioned the first time they went in. "Do you have ID? What are you doing here?" As if they look dangerous. But I can understand the school having security. They might have weirdos off the street, four little Baptist girls in skirts, for example, come in shooting or something. Scary. Funny thing is, to me it looked a lot scarier on the inside that it does on the outside!
We made our way to the administrative office building and down the hall to the bookstore. We could feel eyes turning to stare from all directions. Frankly I was happy to be an unusual attraction -- a happy mother with orderly children, none of whom were dressed like street-walkers in training. I signed for the tennis court key.
As we exited the building we met the one teacher we know there, and we stopped to chat for a minute. He's a good man trying to make a difference in this place. Truly, it's a mission field. His family homeschools, too.
Going around the outside corner of the building I was thinking maybe we could get off the campus through a back gate and avoid walking all the way around. I noticed a security guard leaving the building right behind us, and observant woman that I am, I did not notice until I had asked him for directions, that he was actually a police officer, and in front of him was a male student in handcuffs!
On our way to the rear gate, which we found locked, one of the younger girls excitedly pointed out the little playground equipment, and commented that she didn't know high schools had playgrounds. I explained that that was play stuff for the school's day care...
Finally making our way back to the front gate, Alison said, "I don't like the way these kids look at me. They probably think I don't know anything!" I told her they probably know a lot of things she doesn't know, and to be glad for that!
And after all that, the tennis courts were full. But it wasn't a wasted trip. We now have a key. We learned first hand that school is like prison. And I now have four kids who are glad to be homeschooling.
Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him, If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed;
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
John 8:31,32
It's that time again! Past that time. If I don't hurry up and post this it will be the November month in review post. Looking back through my photos, I can't believe October went so fast. We had a fun and busy month with twelve days of special company -- there went almost half the month!
We are well into school for the year, but we about to make a curriculum change in math. I do love Teaching Textbooks, but I have at least two children who would benefit greatly from some Charlotte Mason-type learning. I am having a hard time breaking out of my box, but thanks to my dear friend, PlainJane, we are getting some very practical math and taking a break from TT for a bit. Introducing Your Business Math Series. Amy and Elisabeth will be bookstore and pet store owners, respectively. They will be responsible for ordering stock, selling product, recording sales and figuring sales tax, and calculating their monthly profit. But first things first! Each girl will have to come up with a name and a logo for her business! They are going to love this, and I think I will, too. (Please, God, let us have only happy faces at math time from now on!) But wait, that is what is going to be happening THIS month. Back up!
October started with lots of creative play. I love this stuff! Elisabeth contructed a covered wagon and roped a horse to pull it.
Betsy's interest in things western continued throughout the month. A friend left us a couple of felt cowboy hats. Within a few minutes Betsy had rifled through her drawers and come up looking like a real-live cowgirl, minus boots. Boots. Boots! Cowgirls have to have boots! What ever will we do?!
On a whim I stopped at the Salvation Army to find a pair of kids' boots. No cowboy boots, but look what they did have, in unopened boxes:
This was such a fun find, because while some people are always in the right place at the right time, I am almost never in the right place at the right time. I'm in church at the right time, of course, which is the right place to be at church time. But I rarely get in on a deal. This time I did, and I am thanking the Lord. For a song, we are now the happy owners of a Lego train station, cavalry soldiers, bandits, horses, garbage truck, and even a bicyclist -- that one's for Daddy, you know -- and lots of extras! There you have it. That's what the little girls have been busy with the entire month.
In the few moments when no one was Lego-ing, we had a couple of birthdays...
Emily was so excited to get If You Give a Cat a Cupcake and its accompanying kitty, that she made all of listen to her read the book out loud before she would open the rest of her gifts! Daddy and Em had their Dad and Daughter birthday date at the famous In-N-Out Burger. Good choice, Em. She's been in a big hurry to be six ever since she turned five.
The other October birthday was Alison's 15th. I can't believe we didn't get one birthday photo. Where was my head?? Where was everyone else's head?? It's so wonderful to have a teenage daughter. It such a blessing to see the Lord working in her life and making her into a responsible and very pleasant adult person. Here she is working like crazy on a hat for a friend's little girl's birthday.
We enjoyed a nice visit from Grammy and Grampy, complete with art and art lessons. Amy and my mother seem to be kindred spirits of sorts. They share a common interest in artsy stuff; add to that the same genes for height and slenderness and energy. I now have more of my mom's paintings and pastels hanging in my living room. They are very special to me.
Elisabeth learned to crochet! Here is her first complete project, a hot pad:
Emily helped make supper. It was one of those days. One of those days when the man of the house needed to be fed with something delicious and filling, to know he was loved and appreciated in his castle. We got a huge auto repair bill that day. Medical bills were piling up. But the man of the house came home to an experimental meal. I meant well, really I did. The website said this one was a keeper. It wasn't in this house . Disaster struck! And there was enough of this horrid dish to feed an army and a half! It was so bad that it became a sermon illustration! But a prudent wife doesn't throw bad food in the trash -- she figures out a way to make it edible. Next day it was salvaged and gobbled up.
The western theme continues:
We had special meetings at church with special friends from Kansas and here in Arizona,
we witnessed a gun fight in our local gold-mining ghost town, Oatman,
climbed Sitgreaves Pass (in the car),
climbed a mountain at sunrise, on foot (using the word "we" very loosely, I admit),
played music, participated in speech co-op, and enjoyed our first cold weather, complete with hot cocoa, layers of clothing, extra blankets, and long underwear. But not the furnace. Not yet. (Don't laugh. It's cold here, too.)
And finally, the month was finished off with a surprise package in the mail!
Isn't God good? Yes, he is!
Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness,
and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
Psalm 107:8
Some of you dear friends are dying to know how my couponing is going. Well, it isn't. But that doesn't mean we haven't been talking about it around here. For evidence, I submit Amy's school assignment for today, in which she was to write a paragraph using five of her vocabulary words:
Some people have a hard time discerning that they spend too much money. Others are cautious and conscientious about spending, and have a limited amount that they'll spend. Others would like to spend less but they can't comprehend the system of using coupons. It seems ominous to them and soon the desire to learn wanes to a lower caliber. From their perspective couponing is for ladies that live in big cities. So after she tries and fails, the average lady will become content with her grocery spending andher paramount concern will become finding a different way to save money.
Well done. She went above and beyond the call of duty and used eleven of her words.
I am not doing as well. I can't get the hang of the schedule. Grocery ads out on Wednesdays, drug store ads out on Saturdays, right? No. Wait. That would be Sundays. Before I get my act together the next ad is out. And all those expiry dates. I have a hard enough time getting my church letter out on time once every other month!
A friend sent me this link today. This one. Some smart woman back east only buys what she can get for free or near free. She spends, on average, $4 a week on groceries for her family of six. !!! We have six. How does she do this? How does she get anything free, coupons or no? Say you have a coupon for 25¢ off spaghetti. Even on triple coupon day that spaghetti is still going to cost about 25¢. The manufacturers of the cheapo brands don't print coupons, and the way normal people (that's me -- I'm normal, right?) use coupons, it is cheaper to buy the off brand with NO coupon than it is to buy the name brand with. I don't get it.
And THEN, this woman has a members-only website where you can see all the deals, plus a forum with more deals. It's only $1 a year, but how much money do you think she makes in one year just from this? She's an enterprising soul. Why didn't I think of that? I'll tell you why. It's because the inside of my brain looks like this:
Honest.
...Most of the items on sale at CVS/Walgreens/RiteAid/Target are things I never buy. Guess if I figured out how to get it for free, I'd buy it. Okay, I'm not a complete dummy. I did okay in college, and I did pretty well in math. Maybe I'm only text-book smart, and not real life smart. Is that it? Don't answer that. Maybe I'm not even textbook smart anymore.
I never used to care much about coupons. I thought they were kind of a bother, and not worth the trouble. But lately I have been praying for a way to add to the household income without leaving the house. Is the Lord showing me that the answer is not to get more, but to spend less? I can go for that if he'll fix my wiring.
Maybe I need to start a local couponing club. Anyone interested? We could help each other figure this thing out. Come on, friends, move on out here to the desert where it's nice and warm all winter, and we'll all get rich on couponing. Merlynn Randall, you are appointed president of our new club. We'll call it Cactus Clippers, or something like that. (Help.)
The mountain won again! (My post about the first attempt is here.) The preacher and his cohorts tackled Spirit Mountain again on Monday. Not only did they not reach the top, they found they were on the wrong mountain! It might have been a good idea to read the guide book before setting out on a big trek. My dear man did check some blogs and forums to see what other hikers thought would be the best approach to the mountain and the best path to take to reach the summit. What he didn't count on was the other hikers not having a good sense of direction...
Ever try to live the Christian life without the Bible? People do it all the time, choosing to read something about the Bible instead of checking out the real Guide Book for directions. Oh, how those little side trails can get us off the track, eh? This adventure was fraught with good sermon illustrations!
The men set off at sunrise for a five-mile hike, expecting to reach the top in time for a hearty lunch. They hit several dead end trails and some sheer cliffs -- great terrain if you are a free-solo fan, but not for these men who have a bit more sanity, not to mention the responsibility of a family life. One false move in this wilderness can result in death. "If the desert heat doesn't get you," says a Las Vegas and Southern Nevada hiking guide, "the sun, sharp rocks, twisting canyons, lightning, flash floods, prickly plants, rattlesnakes, scorpions, elevation, or mountain lions might." Mildly funny, but true! A snake bite or even a broken ankle can mean the end, so as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't have to be free-solo to be risky. The guys wisely turned around and made the descent, but not before setting a few boulders free. (Don't tell anyone. The cactus-huggers might get after them for changing the landscape.)
The scenery is gorgeous (if you like brown -- hey, it's a nice fall color!). Check out the rest of the hike info at the Monocog Blog.
There is a way that seemeth right unto a man,
but the end thereof are the ways of death.
Proverbs 16:25
A while back, some of us evil homeschool moms decided to form a speech co-op. You know how it is with evil moms. We get together and plan stuff for our kids to do, stuff that they will hate. Learning stuff. Stretching stuff. Character stuff. You know.
We had our first session a couple of weeks ago. The same children who protested and accused us mothers of being evil and wicked walked nicely into the auditorium and acted as if the whole thing was their idea. They actually had FUN giving short impromptu speeches in front of their friends! Gasp! We ended the session with several children very excited about the next class, coming up with all sorts of ideas about what they would present to the group for future sessions.
Fast forward two weeks. I don't get to showcase Elisabeth very often. She is my (usually) quiet child, very creative, but different from her sisters. She is the one who has to work harder at music. It doesn't come naturally for her, and she wants her OWN talent. Something different from everyone else. Well, I think we may have found something. The assignment was to recite or read a short story or poem. The kids were to work on five things: confidence, clear speaking, volume, eye contact, and expression. Each class session they are evaluated in those five areas, and each mom gives each child one thing to improve upon.
She did well. I expect someday Betsy will become a Sunday school teacher.
So. There's my husband walking down a dark alley last night, in a suit and tie, deceptively looking like a rich man waiting to be mugged.
A voice in the dark says, "Where are you going?" Two men are standing in the shadows.
The husband thinks, "Oh... this is not going to be a fair fight," but he keeps his cool.
The same voice says, "I have something for you, Pastor."
(How does he know my husband's a pastor? Does he glow in the dark or what??)
He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out.
It's too dark to see what he has, but it's probably a knife, right? That makes the story better.
My husband says, "I don't need anything."
The guy says, "What's that on your head?" He then says, "It's not my knuckles." ???
It was an angel, I know it was. I've never seen one, but it must have been an angel. Would an angel sit on a guy's head? Or maybe it was a halo? That would explain how he knew my husband is a pastor. ??
Husband says, "Well, guys, I am on my way home, and I have four little girls waiting for their daddy to tuck them in, so I've got to get going."
The man says, "Will you shake my hand?" "Sure." They shake. The man's name is Brian. And my husband keeps walking.
So what was the point?
I don't know.
I'm just glad to have him home safe!
The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them. Psalm 34:7
This post is for all you music moms. Alison and Amy play violin and flute and a bit of piano in a teeny chamber group with some older ladies once a week. These ladies once belonged to a local community orchestra, and my girls have been introduced to some interesting composers and to some unfamiliar but delightful music. This has sparked some Google hunts for free sheet music files.
Recently I discovered this wonderful internet place, Hemingway's Studio, and already we have saved mucho bucks on sheet music. I don't know if you have ever done a search for free sheet music before, but it often results in pages and pages of links to other pages with links to other pages where you might find what you are looking for, after you register. The owner of this site got frustrated with that and decided to put it all in one place. At Hemingway's Studio you can find free, public domain, pdf sheet music in a wide variety of genres, for all kinds of instruments, plus audio files, a few video files, free pdf's on music theory, composer bio's, and lots more. The index lists composers in alphabetical order with their works. The title column tells you which instrument the piece is written for, and occasionally you will see "Good for beginners" as an added note.
Last week we downloaded Pleyel's Six Easy Duets, Op. 8, for two violins, and some others for violin and flute. Just saved $8. This afternoon I printed out some Brahms piano waltzes for Amy to play around with. Saved another $9. Since then she went to town and downloaded several more familiar pieces to which we didn't have the music. And since we don't have a decent music store in our town, we also saved on shipping!
I just love having good music in my home. ...Better start recording my kids. One day not too far in the future, the house is going to be mighty quiet.
How did October get here so fast? While many of you are delighting in autumn leaves, pumpkins, bonfires, hot cocoa, and fall decor, we are finally turning off the air conditioner! My DH put an extra blanket on his side of the bed last night. Two of the girls had hot chocolate for breakfast. Emily grabbed a jacket for her bike ride this morning. After all, it is only 70° out so far. As for me, I think they are all crazy -- I am finally cooling down! Emily has lived here for all but three weeks of her life, so she is a real "desert rat", but the rest of us have had six years to acclimate. Looks like it is working for everyone but me. ...Maybe I'm just a grump, huh? No, not today. Today I am thankful!
Well, September wasn't all that exciting. Actually it was wonderfully uneventful! It was hot. The kids did school and played music. Amy got her top brackets put on.
Here are the highlights:
Betsy made clothes for her new Build-a-Bear bunny. The mother (that's me) measured incorrectly for the skirt that Betsy is sewing here, so it didn't fit. I found the last scrap of that same purple fabric and quickly whipped together another skirt, this one with four gores, and a couple of matching scrunchies for Cuddles's ears. The disappointed child was appeased.
I cleaned out the freezer for the first time in five(?) years , okay, maybe two years, and somehow there wasn't room to put everything back in! How does that happen? There were benefits, though. Three cups of blueberries had to be used up. So Amy made blueberry buckle. (Yum!)
Emily worked on kitchen fractions, adding with carrying, and subtraction with borrowing. I am dating myself, I know. I think they call it regrouping now. Do you like how they change the vocabulary every few years so that parents look like they don't know what they are talking about?
Amy got stuck on exponents. Solution? Worksheets. In math we no longer go on until there is mastery. I created a monster when I let her forge ahead in math, and now we are paying for it. Worksheets are great. And homeschooling is great. We just stop where ever we are in the text book and do free worksheets until she gets it. More worksheets here. And here.
Our mountain-biking pastor (that's my husband) wowed the kids (and himself, lol) with his Kings Kids devotions on Ezekiel 10:13, "O wheel!" Did you know a wheel has three parts, just like God does and like we do? And did you know different wheels have different purposes? A wheel even has a testimony!
And, we experimented with rag curls. I used old nylon tights cut in approximately 6" strips, cut down one side. That way they could be folded over the ends of the hair. They worked great on Emily's fine hair, but Betsy's super thick hair was still wet in the morning! That was disappointing to a little girl who would live in a make-believe princess land with lots of flowers and pretty things.
Some friends gave us their Wari game (also called Mancala if you change the rules a bit), and all of the strategy-lovers in this house are wondering why in the world they got rid of it! There are many variations of this game, easily found on Google. When I was a kid we played this with two half-dozen muffin tins placed end-to-end, and a bunch of marbles. Free games are great!
This month all four of the girls entertained the special people at our local nursing home. Hooray! They were ALL brave this time! If we can just get Amy into strings we'll be the next Eden String Quartet, lol. I LOVE this. It makes my heart just swell with joy when my girls all play together. Betsy and Emily are making tracks now, ever since Daddy laid down a new practice rule. Yay, Dad! The bookmobile ladies were there again this month, and the lady in charge featured my girls on the library website! What fun!
Well, I think that's it for September. October is going to be packed with a 15th and a 6th birthday, special company, special meetings at church, playing outside (yay!!!), and the start of our homeschool speech/public speaking co-op. See you around!
Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness,
and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
And let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving,
and declare his works with rejoicing.
Psalm 107:21,22
How's that for a thought of the day? We heard Bro. John Wright preach on this topic last February, and that one point from his message has stuck with me ever since. It applies to authority on every level. Submission begins where agreement ends. Of course, it's easy to submit when we are in agreement, but as Bro. Wright pointed out, that is not really submission. Doing what you are asked to do when you want to do it is called cooperation.
At the time I heard this message, it really spoke to me regarding my own submission as a wife to my husband and as a child of God to my heavenly Father. But lately it has also come in handy in my parenting! I'm sure my kids are glad I heard that one.
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This is the inconsistent journal of a pressured lump of coal
being ever soooo slowly conformed to the image of the Lord Jesus Christ.
I'm a child of God, preacher's wife, blessed mother of girls, frazzled homeschooler.
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"Beloved, now are we the sons of God,
and it doth not yet appear what we shall be:
but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him;
for we shall see him as he is."
1 John 3:2
And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing: And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed. Genesis 12:2,3
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I found the last scrap of that same purple fabric and quickly whipped together another skirt, this one with four gores, and a couple of matching scrunchies for Cuddles's ears. The disappointed child was appeased.
