E is for … (Take 2)

Oh dear, my reading friends. My apologies! I come to you today with an enlightened mind. Lesson learned: one should never write with a fuzzy, sleep-deprived brain!

I took the time to re-read my first few Homeschooling A-Z posts and realized that when I wrote the first “E is for …” article, I was struggling through some cotton-headed days and it really wasn’t my best writing. For your reading pleasure, I’ve decided to take another stab at the letter E. If this one isn’t any better then I can’t blame you if you give up on reading my gibberish.

Let’s give this a try, ok?

Did you know that E is for … elephants?

elephant ears.

After having already raised two kids to adulthood in a two-story house, you’d think I wouldn’t be surprised at how the sound of growing kids ascending or descending stairs sounds like a herd of stampeding elephants! You’d think I would consider that before choosing to homeschool my younger two. Really, choosing to homeschool is essentially choosing to have your kids in your house with you every second of every day (when you’re not locked in the minivan with them, or sitting at their piano lessons/karate classes/etc). Who in their right mind chooses to homeschool a pack of elephants in a two story house?!? (And I only have two! Kids, not elephants.) Yes, my ears, and my head, and even my body (because my bedroom is right beside the stairs, with my bed on the wall they are vibrating) are all reminded on a daily basis that E is for elephants. And I can’t be the only one whose bathroom after bathtime looks like an elephant enjoyed a nice shower in there! *Side note: my adult daughter now apologizes every time she’s here witnessing their thud-bumping method of “walking” up or down the stairs.

In my house, E is also for … envelopes, and everywhere. In Ohio, I don’t have to show proof of absolutely every little thing my kids have done or learned each day, so we use scrap paper for a lot of our schoolwork. And since I’m a disorganized mess with paper piles everywhere, it’s always easy to reach out and grab a piece of junk mail and use the back of the envelope to illustrate a math concept we’re trying to master, or to show how to spell a word for their writing assignment. P is for paper piles, everywhere, but the “letter P” will have to be another day. Just remember, they are everywhere! On the plus side, that’s one school supply I will never run out of or have to budget for.

Here’s a good one: E is for … endurance.

Endurance quote

Nothing says endurance like a marathon, right? And nothing takes endurance like making the commitment to homeschool for the marathon-length of “the long haul.” This is why it’s important to remember that our kids don’t have to learn everything there is to learn within the first few years. We must be patient about the speed with which we present content. Yes, we as parents might get bored when we have to reteach, rinse, and repeat concepts our children are having a difficult time mastering, but if we can endure the process with concentrated patience, we, too, can enjoy the exhilaration of crossing that marathon finish line when we pack them off to adulthood and let them run the race themselves!

Finally, E is for … elbow! 

Elbow - coude

On the grocery list = elbow macaroni. A pantry staple worth the cost. Easy meals at your fingertips.

On the school supply list = elbows. A free resource. Easy to find (read: hard to lose in the paper piles). A perfect example of the right angle and a great subject for creative writing. Go ahead and give the kids that topic as a writing prompt and watch what happens. (If your kids aren’t very creative and think you’re nuts, I’m sorry. You might want to skip that idea.)

Alright, enough silliness for one day. I feel much better about this “E is for … “ post. You can still read the old one if you want. It’s a touch more serious, and just remember that my head was fuzzy and I was sleep-deprived. Not the best time to write. Have mercy on me.

Happy Homeschooling, Friends!

~ Courageous Mama

About these ads

5 thoughts on “E is for … (Take 2)

    • Aww! Thanks! But really, I struggled through that first one, and then the second one just came flowing right out! That’s the difference between a sunshiney, feeling-good, we-had-a-good-school-day kind of day … and a gray, dreary, no-one-wants-to-work-including-mom kind of day. :) I am having a lot of fun with this series, though. Sure glad you like it too.

  1. If you think 2 elephants on the stairs is bad, try 4 little elephants in a 3rd floor condo! And yes, we also have an upstairs. The poor neighbors! Thankfully it’s mostly vacation rentals around us so people only have to listen to the herd for a week or two. We made a rule about “no running or jumping” in the house because of the unusual circumstances and wouldn’t you know the following Sunday during the Pastor’s children’s sermon he asked the kids if they have any rules at their house and of course one of mine piped right up with “no running or jumping!” I could feel the pity oozing from the audience for these poor home-schooled children who basically weren’t allowed
    to have any fun. I wanted to jump up and yell in defense, “But we live right on a beach and are surrounded by acres of manicured lawn that they get to run and jump on all day if they want and the weather’s never bad so they can always be outside!” But I knew it wouldn’t do any good. Especially after the initial shock wore off and the pastor responded with “No running or jumping! That’s like not being allowed to be a kid!” I was mortified and we are forever labeled at that church as the family with the rule about not having any fun.

    • Ugh! What a terrible “Hey, look at us! We’re homeschoolers!” moment. What I wouldn’t do for that outside situation though! We’re in Ohio, with a yard that holds water. Can you say mud? In the country, with no sidewalks to play on. I listen to the elephants or clean up muddy floors. Either way, at least they’re playing. (More than you can say, huh??) ;)

      • I miss mud! When our boys were just babies we lived in a nice house in the suburbs with no yard and I remember praying fervently for less house and more dirt. The Lord’s answer was my husband getting laid off from his job and a subsequent move to a tiny 800 sq. ft. cabin in the woods in the middle of a dirt patch surrounded by hundreds of miles of National Forest. We loved it there. Hawaii was a huge change for us and I’ve been amazed to see the boys thriving here even more.

Continue the conversation ... share your thoughts here:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s