Of course, one year has past since I last posted here, and what a year it’s been! I haven’t written anything for so long, and I’ve missed it dearly. So, naturally, blogging is the first step. Besides, my desire to talk and discuss the subject of home education has far from dwindled, and what better place to drone on about it? One reason for this blog’s abandonment was a lack of vision for what I really wanted to blog about. Yes, homeschooling, of course, but there are really different types of homeschooling blogs, and I needed a focus. Instructional? Philosophical? A diary? Also, even though I have paid some monies to WordPress, I discovered they still run ads at the bottom of this page, which irks me to no end, specially due to the fact I have no control over them. Or maybe I do, but I don’t think I do; but, that is a headache for another day, one I wash my hands of for the moment. So never mind that.
First things first, last year, George was born.
Rather than delving into the details of his first eleven months, I will remark on how homeschooling with a baby isn’t that hard. At least not when the baby’s asleep. When he’s awake, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and other such hyphenated adjectives, well, that’s a whole different kind of story. And yet, when George graces our lessons with interruptions, I can’t help but be reminded of how all teachers, at home or inside institutions, are all gifted with such opportunities for practicing and acquiring patience. God is there, in the interruptions, too, perhaps even more so than during the most perfectly smooth of lessons. He is there, reminding you of Him, through these delightful, little crawling people. What a gift.
And I shall say this, we are reading a lot of classic Winnie-the-Pooh these days, so I am writing this entire post in my A.A. Milne narrative voice: British, a little upper crust of sorts, and quite cheekily, if I may say so.