I love that on Thursday, at 9am (just as bells were ringing State-wide to start the school term), I was in my pyjamas, making chocolate crepes for my kids.
I love that on the first day of term, we played the entire day.
Friends came over and the kids did role-playing games with their toys, scootered to the park, ate a picnic lunch at the playground and scootered home just in time to go to Homeschool group. (For more playing!)
|from my phone…|
the specks in this picture are
4 kids scootering madly down the street!
I love that yesterday my son recited a page-long list of all the things he wanted to get done this term, then sat for ages reading on the couch with the kitten on his lap.
I love that my girl went straight to her desk (the desk she loves and lives at) and started writing and drawing and making. Like she does every single day of her life :)
Then the kids explored an Iron Age game on the internet,
played a maths game with me,
then hopped out to the Art Gallery for our new committment—art workshops, run by a dear friend.
Our first days felt so organic. So right.
Living and learning naturally.
Living days of Flow.
(and days of Tricky too—because even on an "I love homeschool" day like yesterday you can get a parking ticket, your boy slips on a driveway and wallops his butt, and your kitten gets into, and wrecks, a brand new loaf of bread. This is when you breathe, and breathe deeply. And continue listing all that's good).
I love being with my homeschooling friends, talking about everything under the sun—from educational philosophies to what music we're listening to, and what we're having for dinner tonight. They're such an enthusiastic, devoted, supportive bunch. It feeds my heart to be around them.
I love learning creatively. Passionately. Wholeheartedly.
I love being different. Alternative and unusual and curious and special.
(and there's a kind of magic in every one of those words. Isn't there?)
I love that our first days of term
looked a lot like our days of not-term!
And every day felt…