It was nice growing up with someone like you – someone to lean on, someone to
count on… someone to tell on! ~Author Unknown
Whenever the children are all home on a school vacation, I miss the homeschooling years. I get filled up with that contented-mama feeling and say, “This makes me want to homeschool you again!” Davy really would want me to, he doesn’t like to get up in the mornings and he doesn’t like to work too hard sometimes, but the other children
and have blossomed in ways that have brought tears to my eyes over and over.
Grace sings and her bright personality bubbles over.
Jacob talks and talks.
Ethan exudes confidence.
Caleb has made a name for himself. (snake boy)
Davy is learning valuable social skills.
And while I love and favor the homeschooling ideals and way of life (so wholesome, so organic), I can’t regret the personal decision we have made in changing up the children’s education experience.
This is our second year of public schooling, and I must say that this spring break was quite CRAZY busy, I think because I have almost forgotten what it is like to have them all home for days on end. Practically speaking, I ran the dishwasher four times daily. There was never, and I mean, never a dull moment. We had plans that we did not get to accomplish, because we ran out of time. I still owe Jacob a trip to Savers so he can find clothes like Dr. Who. And I owe Caleb a trip to the Science Center, too.
The very best part of school break is the time the children get to spend TO.GETH.ER. again, all day long, doing whatever they wanted to do.
Grace gave Davy a lesson on Les Miserables, they listened to the entire soundtract together and Grace explained the storyline.
I had lots of help tending the hens.
Sarah Joy had a hard time finding Mama after her naps. On this day I was down by the stream, looking for ducks with Caleb.
Davy put his head out the window of the car to make wild hair.
We went out for ice cream with my sister and her children.
Weston (red shirt), Naomi (yellow), Gracie (black pants), and Abbie (dress)
Seth and Weston, talking (they are a year apart in age).
Caleb (in superman shirt)
Jacob (16 years old) my oldest.
(Weston) 5 years old.
One of my favorite moments came while I was reading outside (while keeping an eye on the little ones dabbling in the pond) and noticed Ethan and Grace sitting together on top of the playset.
One of Seth’s nicknames from his older siblings is “Friend”. My heart! I love it.
I smile seeing my gang of children still having the best of times, together. Each moment is a gift.
There is just nothing like the relationships between brothers and sisters, as they share a bond that in some ways even the parents are not a part of.
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits,
have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can
supply… ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, 1814
Did you grow up with siblings? Were you close? Are you close today?