The Adventure Continues

We had snow! A lot of snow! It was lovely and beautiful and, not for the first time, I realized how stunning this homestead really is. Scooter and Cheech had a blast – we built an awesome snowman, had a real snowball fight, tried sledding and even made snow angels. (Oh, the irony!)

Scooter and Cheech and our cowboy snowman.
Scooter and Cheech and our cowboy snowman.

It was amazing – and was another big step toward making peace with the upheaval of this move.

As I admired the beauty of our snow-covered pasture and the woods in the distance, woods I know are filled with deer, fox, coyotes, rabbits and a host of other amazing creatures, I couldn’t help but think of Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” And I was actually thankful that I didn’t have to leave those woods, my woods, so lovely, dark and deep –  not just because I’m terrified to drive on iced-over roads in Texas, but because I kind of like it here. A little tiny bit.

Which was a milestone. I’ve spent much of the past year bemoaning how hard it is living so far from Target and Starbucks. (Forty-five minutes, y’all!) I’ve cried a lot of tears about how hard it is to make friends in such a tight-knit, conservative community, and it’s been super hard to be away from our family and friends back in Waco.

But, I had to admit that in many ways, we’ve adjusted. We’ve gotten used to some things – like that forty-five minute drive. And I’ve actually grown closer to our far-away friends and family thanks to unlimited minutes, text and Facebook, too. (Go ahead and judge me. I don’t mind.)

Yes, the snow was awesome.

But, even in that moment, I knew we were facing another huge change.

No, I’m not pregnant. And no, we haven’t gotten any new animals. (We added chickens, a dog, fish and a crab last year so we are on a moratorium until something dies). No one is sick, the house hasn’t burned down and we aren’t moving again.

Nope, nothing major – we just decided to take our oldest son out of school and school him at home as of February 20.

Yes. We are now officially homeschoolers. (I will get to work on posts about sewing homespun clothes from flax I grow myself, our herd of goats and our adventure in forming the first-ever classical zither family band ASAP.)

All joking aside, it is a big, fat, hairy, scary deal. I am a certified public school teacher. I believe in public education. Yet here I am, joining the ranks of those who choose to bring their children home and do the job themselves. Suffice to say, it was a difficult and complex decision – one that is still too raw to discuss. I need time to process and reflect, to decide what’s worth sharing in a public forum and what is best kept to myself.

But, I absolutely will be using this space to share answers to other questions that aren’t so personal. And eventually (maybe) the answers as to why we’ve chosen this path. I’ll be posting what curriculum choices we’ve made, our schedule, how I manage both Scooter and Cheech, some of the materials and activities I create and design, and, I hope, sweet stories showing that homeschooling was the best choice. Fingers crossed, right?

From “The Road Not Taken,” by Robert Frost
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep..."
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep…”

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