This morning I couldn't sleep after Josh left early, so I had some time to catch up on news while kids were sleeping. But...the recent political "thing" regarding stay-at-home moms got me pondering my place, my life and my responsibilities. Then a conversation with a sister made me smile...and I looked at the eyes of my kids begging to complete their "rock people." Math could wait.
You could say that a "job" requires measurable results in a limited amount of time. This is not a job...and I don't work. We live. Yes, at times life is hard...but it is beautiful.
So we got out the paints, turned on The Long Winter CD and enjoyed being together. Rock painting turned into water-colors...and the hours passed.
My goal (above training my children for a "job") is to teach my children how to live.
Entire unit studies can be completed by simply answering the question "why" and taking the time to follow the trails of conversation. One purposed trip to the ocean can educate children more than a month of classwork, and keeping their passion for learning alive will do them more good than hours of forced study.
This is my