8/23/11

this is not an artful piece (on home-preschooling)

It would be ideal to have loads of energy and have just the right level of caffeine in my bloodstream to have ample mental space to write.  It would be picture-perfect if I had a camera that took rad photos and actually knew how to upload them.  It'd be so cool if I had a conclusive point when the babes all fell asleep at their (scattered) naptimes, but none of this ever happens.

So I have to spill it out, clumsily, without class.

Homeschooling means teaching these three little girls about making bread and wiping down the fridge.  Homeschooling means showing them how to hand the cashier a dollar and saying "thank you, ma'm."  To school at home means to let them memorize verses like "Love the Lord with all your heart" instead of learning homosexual agendas.  Homeschooling means they are viciously loved by their teacher, who will NEVER give up on them (moi).  Schooling my children and being responsible for teaching them means that they will be "covered in the dust of their rabbi."  That is, me and Carson.  That's an old Jewish saying, by the way.

To take on this responsibility means they will learn about triangles via making a birthday pendant banner.  My two-year-old knows that "every triangle has three sides," and she learned it while striving towards a loving, meaningful goal.  Her reward was her work.  To be serious about educating my children is to respect my family as an institution, to respect education as an institution. Each have integrity; they hold their own weight.  Family and education are to be treated with the utmost respect, care, and nurture.  Family and education, you see, are hand-in-hand.  If I have been given this little pod of three peas, I'm sure that He wants me to cultivate these girls to know Him.  Our ultimate goal is to send them out, ready.  We're starting with triangles.



More to come...