Now that he’s crossed the magical first year threshold, Simon has decided that he is big. Not that he ever thought he was little. Simon was four months old when he shook off the reins of infancy and got moving, and he has never looked back. But now … now he’s decided that he’s really big. A preschooler, really. Because who has time to toddle when there are three siblings just a touch bigger than you to keep up with?
We were introduced at a church on Sunday. We weren’t there to present our work or even speak about Nepal. Instead, we were there as tour guides for our Hindu friends who expressed an interest in learning more about Jesus. We encouraged them to try a Sunday service at a church we know well; Christopher has long been friends with the pastor, our nonprofit has worked with them on projects in the past, and we were being considered for support by their missions team. So while we knew that there might be a slight chance that we’d have a bit of spotlight (well, more so than we get in any church when we show up and fill a solid row by ourselves) we really weren’t expecting to stand up front and speak.
Not in the mood for a talking cat or a good battle? Sometimes you really just want a heartwarming family feature. Something kind of sweet, maybe a little funny, and long on the warm fuzzies. These are some of the movies our family loves that fall into that category. You’ll notice a definite preference for movies where large families, adoption, and sweet fathers are the focus. What can we say? Sometimes a little nod to the fact that you’re normal– not every teen is a surly snot, not every dad is a disconnected idiot– is what the doctor ordered.
When on earth do you have the time to homeschool all those kids?
The answer is … always.
I’m not sure where to begin here. This is my first blog post, so hang with me. If I say something completely absurd, just blame it on homeschooling.
I’m Mathaus, the third child in our family. In my Mom’s Homeschooling High School post, she mentioned that my sister, Mary Hannah, and I would be writing sequels to her post, giving our views on how homeschooling affects us. So here I am, a little reluctant, but still typing away.
Blood is a curious thing.
Previous entries in this series begin here.
Having a global perspective has impacted my life in countless ways. Hi, I’m Mary Hannah. I’m 16 years old, a junior in high school and ever since I was little, I’ve been taught to have a very wide worldview. I can remember many days of homeschooling where my mom taught us about Africa and about the civil unrest within many of its parts and why this was (and sadly still is) the case. I remember one day when we got to mummify a “dead pharaoh,” all the while reading about Egypt’s rich history and one of its still greatest resources, the Nile. I can remember my favorite Sonlight Core — the one on world cultures — and exalting the day that we finally moved from studying Australia to India (one of my favorite countries).
Our family has a thing for classic movies. Do we watch modern, current films? Sure. But honestly, most just don’t seem to be worth our time. We generally prefer a good board game, jigsaw puzzle, book, or conversation over a movie full of car chases and cursing– and that goes for Christopher and me, too.
But, as in many areas, we find ourselves in the middle of the road. We’re not anti-film, just as we don’t watch every Hollywood blockbuster that hits the screens. We just tend to be selective and to look for things that the whole family (or at least those who stay up past 7 p.m.) can enjoy together. Thankfully, we live within the boundaries of an amazing library system that gives us droves of options for free. Family friendly movies at no cost? Yes, please!
The truth is, we never intended to homeschool our kids long-term. Homeschooling was, for us, a reactive decision, not a proactive one, and it was made totally on the fly when Mary Hannah approached what was to be her kindergarten year. We happened to live in a really cruddy school district. We happened to be completely unable to afford private or parochial school. And we happened to be moving just weeks into the school year.