Hello faithful readers,
My apologies for having not posted in a while. The year is rounding out and we are reviewing all of our materials for the comprehensive test that I will administer to our kiddos toward the very end of the year. It's more or less for me to gauge where they are and to determine what areas, if any, I need to focus on for the remainder of the year.
But, today I wanted to talk to you about learning. There are a number of ways of learning. From visual to audio to kinesthetic learning, each person learns in one of- or a combination of these methods. Where our oldest was always an auditory learner. Our second born values both auditory and kinesthetic. Our two smaller boys have an appreciation for all three. Little bit (a.k.a. Shortcake) is so young, she is all about visual learning right now and that is excellent. This approach allows me to get down to her level - literally.
Today, I lowered one of our dry erase boards to be just her height. Then, with markers in hand, I drew a letter and she mimicked it. She did very well, but had difficulty with a couple -- to be expected: She is FOUR! But then we broke out our homemade felt board and went to work on numbers and counting. Ahead of time, I traced the numbers from 0 to 9 on a white piece of felt. Then, I cut up some yellow felt to make counting pieces (in the future, we will use them as one's blocks for base-10 counting). For now, they are excellent pieces to count!
She really enjoyed this and I cannot wait until tomorrow when we do it all over again.
Changes are also happening at Generation Homeschool. We have adopted a new approach to our spelling studies. Where lecture is a thing of the past when it comes to learning how to spell, there is nothing better than repetition. Each day of the week we do the following spelling assignments:
I come to you a very humbled woman today. Not because of my own issues, but because sometimes, seeing what others go through makes you truly appreciate what you have.
I want to tell you about a woman and her son. No, he is not an only child. He has four siblings. He is an uncle. He is in First Grade. He has not always been a homeschool kid. But he wasn't pulled from public school for many of the reasons you might think:
Problem child? No way
Education standards? Nope
Spoiled? Heck no.
Loved? Of course
Cared for? You bet
Lazy pancreas? Unfortunately
Younger than three years of age, this little guy was diagnosed with diabetes. Since then, his life and that of his family was literally tossed up into the air. Throwing aside all other issues, the most important became keeping their son alive.
Through heartache, lonely cries, and mounds of support, this family has become a beacon of hope for many other families who struggle with childhood diabetes. And no matter how difficult their journey has been, they have found a way to make the best of a bad situation. His mother elected to homeschool him because he is still too young to know what his body is going through and she hopes when he is older, he can return, should he choose, to a traditional school settings.
You see, this little fellow has won the hearts of hundreds of people. His infectious smile and bright blue eyes make it hard to stay away. His eagerness to be involved is heart-melting, and his strength to battle through the numerous blood checks, ups & downs of sugar, and the fear of simply knowing he is not like others, is a tug at the toughest of hearts. Yet he perseveres.
He knows the angels that encourage him to keep going. But little do people know about the lives HE has touched. Along with receiving hundreds of birthday cards from family and friends, to patches from local police, fire, and rescue departments, and around the country, he continues to remain a part of the public school life and the teacher he left behind.
I've requested permission to post this about him, and his mother has generously allowed me to do so.
Read on to find out just how wonderful they are!
My apologies dear readers,
It has been a little bit since I've posted, but I do not want you to think it is because of you! You are GREAT!
This has been one heck of a year and I need a time out!
For instance, on January 9th, after a great day of homeschool and babysitting for a neighbor who just started to work the week before, I managed to break my fibula in two places, requiring a week-long hospital stay, a 2 and a half hour surgery, a steel plate and some bolts. Then, as if that weren't enough, my daughter calls me in frantic mode saying her husband of three months wants a divorce and has kicked her out (boy, he had us snowed!). Then, two days after she moves home, she has a sore throat and swollen glands. I initially thought it was her ear acting up again, and possibly strep... But that would be too easy.
Hello Homeschool moms and dads,
It's a New Year! It's a new semester (for some), and for us, it's a new day! We are two days into our new homeschool semester and the tempers are flaring! I kid you not, yesterday, the boys carried on like I had taken away every fun thing they have ever known or experienced when I said, "it's time for lessons". The displeasure of their assignments dwelled well into the evening, and the only one who seemed remotely happy was the dog!
Little Bit was eager to get to the telly while the boys were slugging through their work, aimlessly and without intent to learn.
And here I was thinking we were going to start the new year in a pleasant way! What was I thinking? Where did I go wrong?
The answer might surprise you!
As a homeschool mom, I find pleasure in some of the most simple things. From a 10 minute shower to a five minute foot rub, those little things keep us going. But since the holidsays are upon us, I thought I'd share some of my greater enjoyments.
I hope the week has been good to you. If you have already started your homeschool year, you may come to appreciate this post a little more than those who have yet to start back. If you haven't started your homeschool year, take a moment and digest what I'm about to say. It isn't too pretty, but the end is spectacular!
As mom's (and dad's) we can become overwhelmed with all that life asks of us. From our children wanted the fanciest gadget to doctors appointments, vision check-ups, teeth cleanings, and not to mention the favors that are asked of us by our family and friends.
Good Morning Readers,
It's a fantastic Wednesday at EHA. The boys are working away on their lessons and SweetPea is tracing her B's, coloring, and practicing letter sounds online. They are starting the school year off great and I know that they are safe.
But I am struggling with something.
By now, I'm sure you've come to appreciate advice from others. At one point in time, you've been online looking up information. Perhaps you are looking for a recipe, or tips on budgeting. If you are like me, you've researched how to do some of the more difficult things, such as changing the brakes on your vehicle or even how to identify learning problems your child may have. Why are these things seemingly left out of learning?
Seldom do I post anything of great value. Most of the time it's a rant here and there about one thing or another. And usually, it involves homeschool, field trips, freebie downloads, etc. And those are GREAT!
But, I'm going to be real with you for a moment. Life happens. Life... just... happens. And we can complain, we can pray, we can procrastinate, we can argue until we are blue in the face. But it doesn't change a thing. Stress, worry, worry, and stress - the uglier parts of being a grown up. And I have had my fair share throughout my life - but never all at once.
Let me break it down for you. We are a big family. We drive a full size van. We traded in our Pacifica for this vehicle nearly two years ago. Granted, it was used but it was a pretty penny. We are still making payments on it. We live month to month. We can't afford big ticket costs right when they happen. So our Savana (that's our vans name) starts running hot. I called my dad in Florida and asked him some questions. He gave me some ideas on what could be wrong with it. After spraying off the condenser real well and adding more coolant, she is doing fine. Then, all of Hades blazes were upon us.
In trying to keep our vehicle up and going, we went to our local Walmart for an oil change. While it was up on the rack, the man told my husband that our tires were bad. We knew the tread was getting thin, but I thought they would last until September so we could buy a new set of tires. But hubby was concerned and rightly so. Apparently, there were metal wires beginning to show on the inside. Well, I knew that meant the front end was out of alignment. But I had zero to pay to get it aligned. On a hope and a prayer, we went to the local tire place and purchased two used tires on a 30 day warranty that would surely get us through for what little bit of driving we do. All was good... or so I thought.
After driving to see my mother 45 minutes away, we were on the road headed home, going 60 mph... And the passenger front tire blew out... Yes, one of the two we just had replaced. *Sigh* We drag the spare out from under the van. Grab the scissor jack and proceed to change the tire. Until the jack bends and the van is no longer safely positioned. *Sigh*
I grab the phone and call my lady-knight in shining armor - my neighbor and sister from another mister, Rena. She brings her floor jack out to help us. We get it propped back up and just good enough to loosen the scissor jack, when her floor jack starts to give. *Sigh*
Mind you, we are on a fairly traveled highway in Northeast Arkansas and NO one had stopped to see if we needed help. Until a kind young man, who unbeknownst to me at the time, was a former neighbor of Rena's! This young man not only had a second floor jack, but proceeded to change the tire for us. For that, I am truly thankful and the $10 dollars I had to my name was given to him for his hard work, but did not amount to nearly enough, because he changed the tire in the rain! Yes. In Arkansas, the sun shines, it rains, hails, sleets, and snows, all within 48 hours of each other. Luckily, it was just the rain this time.
Gladly, we made it home in one piece, minus hubby's shoe! *Sigh* The sole blew out of it as he was trying to climb up the ditch incline to better position himself before the scissor jack gave way.
Now, we are at another dilemma. Mother-in-law has a doctor's appointment in Little Rock Friday. I have several options:
1. Drive the van to Little Rock hoping that I do not have a flat (because the spare is being used on it already).
2. Allow my mother in law to pay to rent a vehicle (which is costly) and drive her to the appointment for her biopsy.
3. Reschedule the appointment until we can get tires on the vehicle, and pray the cells do not turn cancerous before they can get them removed.
4. Give up, tuck tail, and run for the hills. NOT!
My grandma raised me to do the best with what I have. I have hope. I have faith. I have prayer. I may be at the end of my rope, but I will not let go! I'll tie a knot and hang on!
Until next time,
Welcome! My name is LaVonda. I am the wife of Rodney, the mom of 5 remarkable kids (well, 2 are adults now), an avid homeschooler, blogger, and sociologist. I am blessed with the ability to spend my time sharing our homeschool and life experiences with you. It is my hope to provide you with motivation, ideas, and some candid stress-relief through my blog - Mom's Scribe! Grab a cup of coffee, sit on down, and make yourself at home!