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Today is my birthday....I never imagined that I would be this old. Yet, I feel younger than I ever have.


I have a stack of books piled about a mile high, waiting to be gone through and lesson plans made. My homeschool year is going to take off officially in a few weeks. My birthday marks the end of a summer and the beginning of a fall semester.

I wish that it could be easier. I could just pick a curiculum vendor and buy that whole year for my children. Of course, that's not what I need to do. Mikayla runs in the other direction when she sees any educational books. She would rather play her piano, guitar and starting next week the trumpet. She can pick up a pencil or crayon or sidewalk chalk and create the most beautiful artwork that you have ever seen. She could care less about participles and whether or not they are dangling. History is something that is best left in the past for her. She would take apart any animal in a heartbeat and discover how it ticks inside, but make her write about it???? NEVER!!!



Of course, Nicholas is the opposite. He would prefer to write out lists of things, loves to diagram sentences, and lives to do math. He'll draw, but only if there isn't something more interesting to do...like algebra or fixing run-on sentences.



Still, I will plan and plan and plan. I will spend days wondering if I am able to do teach my children again. I will spend countless money on books and hands on manipulatives that will go unused on my dusty shelf. My kids will learn what they need to know despite all this. They will continue to absorb knowledge from unseen sources, and amaze me with their reasoning skills. They will have compassion on other people and know how to bring smiles to just about any face.

They are learning the most important things in life...and that you can't teach from a book.


In the end, I believe that my children teach me. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.