The Winds of Change are Blowing

Okay, it is still summer to my mind's way of thinking. For goodness sake, it is anywhere from 90-100 degrees outside and I am stubbornly refusing to look at the school supplies aisles at Wally world or the catalogs beginning to flood the mailbox telling me to "Hurry! Order School Clothes Now at these the best seasonal prices and while supplies last!" There is still 4 weeks left of summer break and we plan to live them as they are - uncomplicated, playing, and learning in a less structured way. All too soon it will be time to pull the books back out, get the fresh pencils sharpened, and open new notebooks. But for today we are playing hide-n-seek, slurping popsicles, and having sweet corn and grilled chicken for dinner. Maybe some watermelon too.

Sam and I had a surprising conversation the other day and one I can only imagine the Holy Spirit must have prompted. He asked me if we could homeschool full time this year. Last Spring when we began homeschooling him he would only agree to half day because he couldn't bear to leave behind his friends and even his teacher. We went with it because we didn't want to force him too quickly to make such a big change. He is a very social boy :o)

So it appears we will be soley homeschooling Sam this school year and I couldn't be more at peace about it. Not that it's easy, mind you, schooling an extremely active boy with an attention span of only minutes at a time, but it is the best answer for him and that gives me peace.

Our schooling situation is turning out to be a bit odd I guess but I'm willing to take it one step at a time and let the Lord lead as He wills. We will have one foot in homeschooling (Sam) and one foot in our parish Catholic school (Bridget). Our parish school is more like a family and the school is so awesome, and only minutes from our home, that I can't go wrong either way. A friend of mine teases me that I couldn't homeschool more that Sam anyway because he's like homeschooling the equivalent of 5 kids :o). She may be right. She adores Sam, and knows him well, so I know her comments are not facetious in the slightest.

In the meantime, we're just going with the flow of lazy, sweet summer. Just don't tell my planner and list pad that. They think we're in full planning mode. Signing off for now, I've got a two year old pumpkin here at my knee, with cinderella slippers on, looking up at me with big hazel eyes and asking " wead (read) this to me, mommy".