School Days

On Michaelmas, we started a fresh school year.  We started off slowly and have now fallen into a nice rhythm again.  It has been a welcome occupation for everyone.  In slackening off out of consideration of our two Bulgarians, we lost our direction, became rudderless.  In the end, the lack of routine wasn’t actually doing any good for the two we were trying to help.  Live and learn, I suppose. 

The night before, we prepared first day of school gifts and laid them out so that the children would find them in their places in the morning.  We filled some silver lunchboxes with school supplies and a couple of treats.

After breakfast, Brian gave a blessing for our school year, as he always does.  How lovely it is to have a resident deacon!

It was a bit disappointing to have to use the dining room as our learning space again this year,  It makes it so much more difficult to be ready to welcome guests.  Ah, well…  It’s authentically us, right where we are today.  Come on in anyway.

We start each day with the daily readings from the Mass and incense, then right on to our main lesson.  After twenty years of homeschooling, I have abandoned clever ‘circle time’ poems and embraced a style of gathering that is more in-keeping with our faith.  It has freed me, and relieved my anxiety. 

And this year, I think that I have finally settled into a (self-designed) curriculum that will see us through the next 15 years or so.  It was conceived in such a way that I can teach all of my kids, regardless of developmental level, using largely the same material and at the same time.  It is a huge time and sanity saver.  I’ll spend the next three years putting it to paper as we go, and then, perhaps, I’ll share it.

More than anything, I cherish watching my children work together, help each other, love each other.  What a magnificent gift to be the mother of so many. 

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

 

 How is your school year going?