Mom vs. Homeschooling

                                      (Hubby and I are having fun seeing South Pacific in
                                       Pittsburgh this summer.  Neither of us are terribly
                                       photogenic, but we know how to have fun!)
 Hi Friends!

I have been considering changing the name of my blog to "Mom vs. Homeschooling."  Or maybe I will start a new blog under that name.  I think it more accurately reflects the subjects I cover, and it would lend itself well to adding "day in the life" videos to our YouTube Channel.  Homeschooling is a passion of mine, albeit flawed and sometimes lacking enthusiasm.  Most likely, this will not happen, but I'm thinking about it, so I thought I should let you know.  I like to make plans, but don't always follow through due to lack of time to do anything about it.

I didn't want to use a fluffy name like "Perfect, Peaceful Homeschooling", because it's not anything like that.  I'll keep you updated, but I'd love your input - keep Mom vs. the Dot, or move on to Mom vs. Homeschooling?  (I think MvH is a lot catchier)

(Here my kids made me the enemy pirate in a backyard war game.  Count me in!)

There is just so much to write about when I think about homeschooling.  Even if my children have a great day in our homeschool, there is the anxiety I face each day - am I teaching them enough?  Am I teaching them the right things?  How can I help them understand the Bible is real, it's for them, and Jesus is their lifelong, dependable no-matter-what friend?  Does what we do compare to public school?  Should that even matter?  How do other homeschool families seem to be perfectly at peace with their decision to homeschool?  I still have questions about one of my children, whom I believe to have an undiagnosed learning disability.  All these things rattle around in my head every day, sometimes as fleeting thoughts, other times keeping me up at night.

I want to share the highs and lows, great ideas and flops, and do it with flare!   Or at least a good dose of humor.

That's my secret to homeschooling, raising kids, and being married - always keep your sense of humor.  It is a reliable salve that heals most wounds and makes almost anything bearable.  And, of course, trust in God.  He's got my back!  And pray.  Pray a lot.


I would also like to take a moment to "rename" my kids.  Fun little code names that reveals their personality, while keeping their actual identities safe.  You understand.

So here are their new superhero code names:

My 9-year-old daughter is Art Girl (Armed with Crayola markers, she turns tall stacks of paper into comic stories)

My 6-year-old daughter is Shop Girl (She loves collecting Shopkins and loves to...Shop!)

My 5-year-old son is Hulk Boy (Naturally, his favorite color is green and his favorite superhero is The Hulk.  He loves to smash things, too.  Perfect fit!)



I think my code name should be "Type-A Wanna Be,"


but I'll just stick with names for the kids.  I am the narrator, the teacher, the boo-boo fixer, the taxi driver, the fun-maker, the nutritionist and sometimes dictator...I am the MOM!


No other name needed.




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