Mish Mash

Homeschooling Today we put our noses to the grindstone again after taking a few days off.  Between SAT testing last week and preparing for my husband’s graduation with his MBA, we didn’t have the time to “do” school. Today we started studying the Psalms not just for wisdom, but also as a way to study poetry.  We practiced reading Psalm 1 aloud and discussed its meaning.  Then I had my daughter write her own poem modeled after Psalm 1.  This activity gave her practice writing poetry and also was a way for me to see the level of internalizing she … Continue reading Mish Mash

At Week’s End

I’ve run the gamut in the homeschool race.  When I first began five years ago, I set it up much like I set up my classroom when I taught in the schools: we started our day at a certain time and took a certain amount of time to complete each subject. Now that I am a “grown up” homeschooler, I am much more relaxed in my approach.  A wise homeschooling mom of eighteen years whose three older children have all made National Merit Scholar told me not to worry with all the subjects and projects.  Reading good books and a … Continue reading At Week’s End

Finding Fuzzy Comforts

One of the most discouraging aspects of fibromyalgia is that it turns activities that are supposed to feel nice into those that don’t. Take hugs, for example.  I am a hugger.  I fell in love with my husband the day he first gave me a bear hug.  I still carry the memory of that hug with me, right down to the clothes I was wearing, the room we were in, and the circumstances surrounding the hug.  I felt my heart catch at the pure…bliss…of being wrapped up in those big, powerful arms.  It still does, every time! Although they don’t … Continue reading Finding Fuzzy Comforts

Wanting to be back

Yesterday my daughter told me — again — that she wants her mom back.  I wish with all my heart that I could have me back, too. We had a math crisis in the morning complete with tears, book thumping, and dramatic prostrations across the floor…and that was just me!  Seriously, the two of us rubbed each other the wrong way because she had a question that I just could not answer.  She was not satisfied with “that’s just the rule” about order of operations and wanted to know WHY the order of operations matters.  My own brain just about … Continue reading Wanting to be back

Learning to trust the Controller

I feel so loved by my family and friends who have been supportive of me as I journey through fibromyalgia and its associated ailments. Many times I am asked how I am feeling.  Usually I respond, “fine,” because I don’t want to bore people with a long list of what looks like a hypochondriac’s nightmare.  Lately, it’s become more a question of what doesn’t hurt rather than what does hurt. I took a little inventory as I climbed the stairs to tell my daughter good-night and realized that my little pinky fingers are not sore.  That’s a good thing! It … Continue reading Learning to trust the Controller