The Snowy Day

Woke to 4 inches  of snow this morning.  So what better to start the day than a snuggle under the covers with a good story.  Baby boy read to  moma this morning, THE SNOWY DAY by Ezra Jack Keats.

  Later after breakfast we decided to write a poem about none other than snow of course. This is what my little man came up with.

I can feel it in the water

It was like a brain freeze.

It was a day I loved.

Pretty good for a 6 year old I say.

Later, writing a letter to his pen-pal who is also his best bud.

Then milking the cow with Dad

Then gathering the eggs.

Then making cheese for supper.

Home made pizza on this very cold evening.

Typical day for us, and we love it.

This is gonna take some time!

As with all things good, this will take time.  I will not take a break to rearrange my entire house. I will not stop the learning just so I will feel more comfortable.  This will be baby steps.  My son will continue to learn and grow and be just fine.  I will slowly take away from and add to his learning tools.  However, I will let go of the stress and worry.  Oh this is gonna be fun! I have a goal and I am gonna reach that goal!  Oh blessed Peace I have my eye on you and we will meet face to face.

Hello:

Today begins the documentation of the journey I am taking with my son.  We began homeschooling in August of 2010.  My son is 6 years old and in the 1st grade.  We tried public school for Kindergarten, but my heart was not in it.  Within the first few weeks of that year I knew it would be the last.

You see I am a 46 year old mom to 2 grown daughters who went threw the public school system.  I feel that I have learned a lot about that system.  When I became pregnant with my son I knew from the beginning that I would not send him to public school. However, the dad just could not understand why.  So, to I guess prove  my point, I sent my son to public school for kindergarten. It did not take long for the dad to see my point.  Within 4 weeks my little boy was a different person.  It has taken me almost a year to find him again.
I worked all summer to get the "school" set up.  It has taken me 5 months of agony to realize my idea of school is not his. So begins the transformation of the "school".  In the following weeks I will document our transformation from what everyone expects our school to be, to the unschooling way of life that I want it to be.
I hope you will enjoy following us as we struggle from the hectic have to schedule into a relaxing and wonderful world of learning.