Homeschool Day….Take: Two

When I called a fellow Oak Grover crying and informed her I would be researching boarding schools :)….she said “no, no, no…that is what the school is there for. They are your support. If he gives you a hard time doing his homeschool…or he won’t do it…you write the teacher a note in the Communication Folder…and he will sit out recess until his work is done.  Or, he will take a trip to the Principle.  But he WILL know that we are working together.  He will know we are on the same page.”  That was a relief.  A load-off. Phew.

But, I also knew I was going to have to give up the “Teacher Hat” and had to suck it up and accept that the cute little “classroom” will never be more than a playroom…and I had to get creative and turn as much schoolwork as I could into a game…

This is the “I will call out North, South, West, East…you point to it…if you get it right I put a bean in the cup.  If you get it wrong, I put an “x” in the box.  3 “x’s” you’re out.  20 beans in the jar…you win” game.

and…after the 3rd game…he won!!!!

All school work that we couldn’t turn into an indoor game…we had to turn into an outdoor game…

This is the “throw the wands and dive for them…if mom gets them you have to tell me which direction I am holding them before I throw them again” game.




and…I also had to realize my kitchen will never…well, not be a classroom…

and I had to take on one more student…

Sometimes we have to save the more “serious” work for when she is napping

And other times pretend I’m not paying any attention at all…and not only does he get his work done…but we’re having fun!

All along we’ve known that Jackson’s “love language” is “quality time” (I know every kid needs this but he needs an extra dose) and this has been an incredible opportunity to give that to him.  He not only asks if we can do homeschool but when we are doing it he says something along the lines of “mom, I love doing this with you…just us…this is nice.” everytime!

I guess the saying is true, “learning how to learn is one of life’s most important skills”.  I should have known my 5 year old would learn best playing with his mom! I needed to remember he is 5.

It hasn’t been all great.  We both still hate calendar time…but the other day when we went to do it….before I even started…he said “okay mom, now don’t get upset!”  See-they learn, alright…what is it I want to teach him?  Oh crap! 🙂

and somedays when he has writing or coloring (which he knows how to do just doesn’t like to do it)…he “gets” 😉 to go in his fort until it is done.

This will all change a hundred times and we’ll have a ton of growing pains along the way but I remain beyond grateful that I get to do this with him.  I know what he’s learning.  I know where he struggles.  I know how he learns.  And most importantly…for him…it feels like love.  And for me…I still get to be the one to give it to him.

Here’s a poem that kept coming to mind from the book Let Me Hold You Longer by Karen Kingsbury.

Long ago you came to me,
a miracle of firsts,
First smiles and teeth and baby steps,
a sunbeam on the burst.

But one day you will move away
and leave to me your past
And I will be left thinking of
a lifetime of your lasts…

The last time that I held a bottle
to your baby lips
The last time that I lifted you
and held you on my hip.

The last night when you woke up crying,
needing to be walked,
When last you crawled up with your blanket,
wanting to be rocked.

The last time when you ran to me,
still small enough to hold.
The last time that you said you’d marry
me when you grew old.

Precious, simple moments and
bright flashes from your past-
Would I have held on longer if
I’d known they were your last?

Our last adventure to the park,
your final midday nap,
The last time when you wore your favorite
faded baseball cap.

Your last few hours of kindergarten,
those last few days of first grade,
Your last at bat in Little League,
last colored picture made.

I never said good-bye to all
your yesterdays long passed.
So what about tomorrow-
will I recognize your lasts?

The last time that you catch a frog
in that old backyard pond.
The last time that you run barefoot
across our fresh-cut lawn.

Silly, scattered images
will represent your past.
I keep on taking pictures,
never quite sure of your lasts…

The last time that I comb your hair
or stop a pillow fight.
The last time that I pray with you
and tuck you in at night.

The last time when we cuddle
with a book, just me and you
The last time you jump in our bed
and sleep between us two.

The last piano lesson,
last vacation to the lake.
Your last few weeks of middle school,
last soccer goal you make.

I look ahead and dream of days
that haven’t come to pass.
But as I do, I sometimes miss
today’s sweet, precious lasts…

The last time that I help you with
a math or spelling test.
The last time when I shout that yes,
your room is still a mess.

The last time that you need me for
a ride from here to there.
The last time that you spend the night
with your old tattered bear.

My life keeps moving faster,
stealing precious days that pass,
I want to hold on longer-
want to recognize your lasts…

The last time that you need my help
with details of a dance.
The last time that you ask me for
advice about romance.

The last time that you talk to me
about your hopes and dreams.
The last time that you wear a jersey
for your high school team.

I’ve watched you grow and barely noticed
seasons as they pass.
If I could freeze the hands of time,
I’d hold on to your lasts.

For come some bright fall morning,
you’ll be going far away.
College life will beckon
in a brilliant sort of way.

One last hug, one last good-bye,
one quick and hurried kiss.
One last time to understand
just how much you’ll be missed.

I’ll watch you leave and think how fast
our time together passed.
Let me hold on longer, God,
to every precious last.


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