"Little school home!"

I hear that phrase daily from David!  "Mom, stay home right now and let's do little school home!"  David, my more introverted, somewhat of a loner, happy to be just him and around me.   My son, the less adapatable one.  Takes him quite awhile to adjust to many things.  Change is not his friend.  He is a creature of habit, of routine.  All on his own he's like this.  As a general rule, I let my children find their own schedules and adapt to that.  Early on I could tell that David thrived on routine.   He didn't tolerate change to well.  He preferred to be one on one or a small group.

Aaron, my outgoing people person, is totally the opposite.  He can't stand being alone, is quite adaptable and goes with the flow when it comes to change.  I found this out early with him!

Aaron is totally "public school" material.   I worry less about him in that respect.  But David, oh David.  The desire of my heart has always been to stay at home with my children and homeschool, joining in one of the great networks in my area!   

But finances and circumstances kind of prevent that and it brothers me quite often.  As David grows and learns, I'm so thankful for that.  At the same time it can cut right to my heart and the desire that goes unfulfilled when David pleads, begs and cries to stay home with me like before and do "little school home!"  

If only he knew how much I want that dream too.  It's like he already has a glimpse.  

Nothing to profound to share, nothing that is revolutionary.  I don't really have a desire to homeschool because I think spirituality is lacking in the school system.  I don't have an issue with the academics they teach.  It's  just a desire to be more communal, more family oriented, to get back to a time where families lived close together, pooled what they had and helped each other along this journey.

How do you make dreams a reality when life gets in the way?  That is probably more rhetorical than anything else.

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  1. DonnaMarch 31, 2011 at 8:28 PM

    I love the picture. Sweetness.

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  2. TerraMarch 31, 2011 at 10:01 PM

    Awww, thanks :)

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  3. BeeApril 1, 2011 at 11:09 AM

    Hugs, momma! We do "home school" stuff all the time, but b/c she's not even eligible to be in the school system, it's not real "homeschooling" yet. Even if you can't homeschool because of other reasons, evey moment spent with him counts. The home is always the best learning environment and you will always be his first and favorite teacher!

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  4. TerraApril 2, 2011 at 8:52 AM

    That's so true :) Thanks for the encouragement!

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