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My Cup Runneth Over…

As a mom there are many, many times if you wonder if you are doing okay. If you are guiding your children in the best way and if you are showing your love and understanding. You wonder if they will be happy and love life, if you have instilled a sense of wonder, joy and belonging.

Mother’s Day is a day of reflection. A day where mom’s are honored for their time and dedication. Today I talk with, watch and listen to my 3 kids and I am in awe of who they are as little people and am proud to be their mom. Not because I am doing an amazing job, 100% of the time, but because they are truly amazing, loving and fun little guys.

I started off this week telling people that one of the things I miss about my children not going to public school is that they don’t make the cutesy mother’s day crafts that I could proudly display on my ianmantle or fridge. That I didn’t get a tangible token of their love and proof that I was a good mother. I wanted, and in some sense needed, the validation. But what I got was so much more.

I got to spend time with my 3 little men and tell them how much I loved them. In return they gave me the best gifts ever…their love in return.

Yes, my 9 year old did make me a necklace (and a beautiful one I might add!). But it was a stone he picked out just for me at a rock show and created it with the help of his dad. It was his idea and a unique gift that wasn’t forced on him to make because all the other kids were making one too. I will treasure if forever. Not only because it is beautiful but because he is so proud of it himself. He even, personally, put it on me this morning to make sure I would wear it. He loves it and so do I. I also got to walk him to his friends this morning. He talked enthusiastically about birds and bees (the real kind), their hives, nests, colors, differences between males and females and he held my hand as he did. My cup runneth over…

My 5 year old gave me owenkisses and hugs. He helped his dad make me some chocolate covered strawberries and made sure to keep a couple for himself because he LOVES strawberries. That I even got one is a true testament of his love. He showed me that he is happy and learning. As a homeschooling, and specifically unschooling mom, this is enough validation for Mother’s Day for me! He spontaneously started doing adding and subtracting with his toys, strawberries, forks, etc. “Mom is this 4 plus 4?” (4 toys in one line and 4 in another). “And that makes 8, right?” And numerous other similar examples. We made Perler Bead Yoshi eggs together and Minecraft diamond swords. And I got to witness him enjoy a completely unhealthy, bright blue, bubblegum ice cream cone. His laugh is loud and contagious. His love of life is so apparent. My cup runneth over…kellan

My 2 year old…well he is just so cute! He is constantly giving me kisses and hugs and blowing kisses when he says goodbye and darts around the house on this plasma car. He dances when he hears music and tells me new things with more words every day. Today’s new word…strawberry. He says “please” and “thank you”. He, just now, gave me the biggest, most beautiful smile and huge hug. Sure he often makes messes, locks doors and gets into EVERYTHING, but now, having 2 older children, I have learned to relax, guide him safely and to see the learning and curiosity he has about life. The world is his oyster. He still comes to me with his “owies” to kiss. My kiss, my arms, can make everything better. I cherish this time. My cup runneth over…

And I can’t forgfamilyet my husband. His support and love for his family is amazing. He follows along in my crazy dreams and trusts my instincts and intuition. He builds us great things (he built our house!), works harder than anyone I know and still shows his family love…I am eating some amazing french toast this morning courtesy of my dear husband. This guy is my partner in life, love, business. He loves me for everything I am and for everything I am not. My cup runneth over…

So today I realize that I do not need a class project on my fridge, I have the real thing. I have so much love, understanding and I realize I am a lucky, lucky girl. I have the privilege of having these amazing people in my life who call me the mom. My cup¬†runneth over…

Another Successful Homeschooled Kid

Parents always want what’s best for their kids. Well maybe not always but most parents want what is best for their kids. As you hold your newborn baby in your arms you see their future as bright, rosy, trouble free and perfect. The future you would want for them is pain-free and inspiring. Many parents dream of their kids being successful, of having the world at their fingertips.

Homeschooling families are no different. Or wait…maybe we are, a little.

Homeschooling pinterest boards boast of homeschool success stories.  We hear about incredible kids that were homeschooled and gained fame, fortune and grandeur.

And then there are the rest of us. Just like most kids that attend public school, most kids that are homeschooled will, probably, not have million dollar companies by the time they are 18 or enter college by 12. I doubt mine will. Maybe they will surprise me and do all these things, maybe they will be the outlier in the crowd but if they don’t that is okay.

But what do successful homeschooled kids look like, really? Happy. Joyful. Loved. Curious. Engaged. Kids.

We would love to have our children have successful lives but our version of success doesn’t necessarily mean money, fame or fortune. I mean we all know miserable “rich” or famous people and ecstatically happy “poor” people. Success, to me, means a life of purpose, happiness and joy. If our children get a “lesser” job (a term recently used by my father-in-law, not one I agree with) as a skilled worker, a blacksmith, a carpenter, a manual laborer and they are happy, that is great. If they run a million dollar empire and are filled with joy, wonderful. Our purpose is not to create a successful individual but our purpose is to embrace the individual that we have been blessed with already. The perfect individual in our lives. Our purpose is to guide them in their life discoveries and to show them how unique, special and important they are, no matter what they do for a living. boys

There are no guarantees in life. If you homeschool your kids, there is no guarantee they will make more money, be exquisite violin players or win the next spelling bee. But if you homeschool them with love, understanding, trust and fun, I hope they will be happier.

Show your children joy and let them be joyful, happy (and in my definition successful) children.