Not Mine, but His

I’m struggling. I hesitate to even use the word, as blessings surround me. A friend visited recently who calls Kenya his home, and discussions about the challenges of his neighbors shamed me. In this corner of the world, we bathe in resplendence. Who am I to speak of struggle? Yet I’m grappling spiritually.  For the…

Antimony in the Sandbox, Stars on the Ceiling

“I’m making antimony in the sandbox.” “What?”  “I’m making antimony. It’s is a nitrogen element.  A metalloid.”‘ Despite Pip’s infectious enthusiasm, the three-year old sharing the sandpit with him gathered his excavator and pail, and at his mother’s prompting, retreated to another corner of the playground. Later, Pip pointed to the light over our bathroom…

Homeschooling: First Year in Review

When I began this journey last summer, I stumbled forward with excitement, energy, and absolute terror. I had no homeschooling peer network upon which to lean, no role model, and no rationale for my approach aside from the needs of my kids and the leanings of my own heart.  Some thought I was crazy. As…

Reflections

Years of training in surgery equipped me with the skills and confidence to stop massive bleeding, take out gallbladders, and open the chest in under half a minute. These skills mean bupkiss when a toddler sets a Scrabble game on fire. Recently my husband was out of town, and the kids and I were quarantined…

Season of Change: Then and Now

  Eight months ago, I left practice as a critical care surgeon in favor of homeschooling my kids. As part of the “day in the life” linkup on Simple Homeschool, I’m sharing a glimpse into life before I left practice, and how the days appear now. Myriad factors influenced my decision to leave clinical work,…

Chasing Sparks

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” — William Butler Yeats On our worst homeschool days, hairstyling attempts with glue, fights over blocks, and a busted toilet sabotage all semblance of curriculum. Evening finds me slumped forward at the kitchen table, holding my head in my hands and…

A Master Teacher

When a ragged edge of the Atlantic careened over the prow and swallowed my knees, my first thought was, Is it ok that the side of the boat is parallel to the water? “Jibe! JIBE!” Ferg shouted.  He shoved Scottie from the helm and seized the tiller. There was a curse word, the sea retreated…