Life is full these days. The good kind of full, the push your plate away from the table and sigh kind.
After several years of trying to just survive, it has been so refreshing to breathe and to invest time and energy into this season of fullness. The biggest investment has been in bringing my children home from public school and beginning to homeschool. Fourteen weeks into it so far and we are all loving it.
Due to my own lack of documentation of the process, I struggle to even attempt to recount our homeschooling experience. So I will do what a wise person once suggested in this dilemma: write out simple declarative statements from snippets of life.
Maybe this will paint a picture of what fullness looks like in the Brown household:
Addie declares the very first day of homeschool, “I want to be known for something one day. Kind of like Benjamin Franklin or the Wright Brothers.”
Our whole family drives downtown to Houston’s inner city Third Ward on a Monday morning every month to deliver sack lunches to Generation One Academy.
I have Thaddaeus and Jeremiah take turns running up and down the stairs 20 times as a study break in the middle of the day.
I step out in faith and play guitar every Tuesday for devotions at our weekly Coop meetings.
The kids make new friends. And so do I.
We do our read-alouds in a magnificent Magnolia tree on the Houston bayou one afternoon.
One of my children sometimes doesn’t want to do their reading.
One of my children sometimes doesn’t want to do their math.
One of my children stands on the chair to do their work.
Sometimes I have to get the principal to talk to them. 🙂 aka Daddy
Sometimes the principal has to do the math lesson.
We get to care for a litter of five baby kittens.
We bury one of the kittens and I hold my oldest son as he grieves long.
Jason teaches the kids woodworking in the garage.
Everywhere projects abound and cardboard and scotch tape disappear fast.
Addie warms our home with her piano-playing.
Legos are always everywhere.
Thaddaeus uses all things as percussion instruments.
We go to the park when the other kids are in school.
We finish school by noon.
We watch bees make honeycomb in the bee hive Jason built.
We read lots of books.
We pray together.
Jeremiah prays over a sack lunch with a name on it from Generation One Academy. He prays that this girl will grow to love the Word of God and be bold to tell others about Jesus. Thaddaeus lays his hands on another sack lunch and prays protection over the child.
Addie tells me that it should be our family’s job to tell others about Jesus and she tries to come up with ways to get a whole bunch of people all together in a room so that can happen on a grand scale.
And I laugh and I cry and I love my kids so hard my heart hurts and some days I have to text my prayer-warriors because I do not feel like even looking at my children. But at the end of a day, I am full with the conviction that I am doing exactly what I have longed to do for so long and that God is blessing this season of togetherness.
It is good.