Saturday, May 25, 2019

Our Last High School Graduate!

So proud of this guy. Our baby. Our last graduate. Oh, so many emotions—most of them ones that I will have to take out, one by one, and explore later.

We. Are. Done. We've been doing this for 19 years. A whole career! 

So grateful to these three for their good cheer, their humor, and their incredible love. And for this man... he is my rock, my best friend, and the most incredible father any child could imagine. 

And now for a few shots of graduation day itself...

Duncan with some of his best friends. Wow-- it was hot on graduation day!

Duncan's senior table-- he's sharing a table with his girlfriend.

Duncan and Haylee decorated their caps. This was the first year the graduates were permitted to decorate their caps, and there were some super cute ones! I love how their personalities show through here!

Our support group's Class of 2019. 48 graduates-- by far the largest class ever!

Duncan and Haylee, waiting for the ceremony to start. That cord he's wearing was a surprise from his Dad. It's the Eagle Scout Honor Cord.

What an awesome moment. Duncan received the 2019 Outstanding Senior Scholarship from our support group. I'm so proud of him! He think he isn't a good writer, but his essays have earned him thousands of dollars in scholarship money!

My three. I've been so richly blessed by these years with them! Can't wait for the ones to come.

Sweet boy, I thank you for your beautiful smile, your kind heart, and your sense of adventure. I can't wait to see what trails you blaze next. I love you!

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Last End-of-School Ice Cream Outing

So yesterday my three and I had one last end-of-school-year ice cream outing. It’s a tradition we’ve had for years and years and years. 

But this one was the one to end them all. I wanted to write them each a letter to tell them just how grateful I am to have been able to homeschool them, to watch them grow and fly and sometimes stumble and fall, but I just couldn’t risk spending the day sobbing. 

Not this month, with two kids graduating and a wedding in 10 days. 

Just ice cream and then back to moving into his new apartment (Jesse), work (Duncan), and wedding details (Laurel and me). 

Grateful for these years together and excited about what’s to come! Later, when the house is quiet, I'll spend time going through boxes of memories and thinking about what all this means, all these years we've spend together. But for now, it's back to wedding preparations!

(Graduation photos coming soon. Two graduates, lots of photos!)

Friday, April 26, 2019

The End of Homeschooling

And just like that, we're done.

Today marks Duncan’s last official day of high school, and, after 19 years, my last official day of homeschooling. 

To laugh or to cry?

It’s tempting to curl up in a little ball and weep. One of these days, I’ll have the courage to sift through memories, through the boxes that hold “All About Me” books and paintings and poetry projects, handwritten notes and stick figures. One of these days, I’ll look through photo albums and read old blog posts and allow myself to turn into a big pile of mush. 

But these next five weeks hold so much excitement: two graduations and a WEDDING! So much joy! So much to celebrate! So much to be thankful for! 

What a grand adventure. And now: further up and further in!

Thursday, March 28, 2019

65 • 50 • 30 • 26 {SmallWorld's March math lessons}


Sixty-five days until our daughter gets married.


Fifty days until our youngest graduates from high school—and I graduate from homeschooling.


Thirty years on March 25, married to the love of my life. T H I R T Y. 


Twenty-six years of being parents. Jesse started it all on March 27, 1993. Randy, by the way, is 26 in this first photo.

That's what's happening in our own SmallWorld right now. A lot of celebrating, a lot of planning, a little melancholy, a lot of pondering, and mostly, incredible gratitude for this wonderful life.

Friday, December 7, 2018

Semester Wrap-Up

This morning began early with goodbyes just as the sky was lightening from black to dark grey to light grey.

Laurel and Hunter popped in late last night. Randy, Duncan, and I had found the perfect Christmas tree (full but not fat) and put up the lights a few nights ago, waiting for sister to come home so that we could put the ornaments on together. She was so surprised and delighted; she thought she would miss out on decorating this year. Her smile was totally worth the week of trying to figure out when, exactly, we three were free at the same time so we could get the tree and have it up and ready on Thursday night.

I listened and watched from my perch on the couch. Laurel sat beneath the tree, opened the ornament box, and pulled them out one by one. Because she is an organizer, she put them in specific stacks: Dad's outdoorsy ornaments, Mom's kid-picture ornaments, travel, homemade, artisan, etc. Predictably, Randy says, "Where are the icicles? Did Mom throw them all away yet?" and Duncan made a beeline for the Energizer bunny and the bacon. The plastic icicles, the plastic Energizer bunny, the bacon: the ornaments that torture Laurel and me each year, colliding with our vision of white lights and matching decorations. Truthfully, I wouldn't want our tree any other way. I love the mishmash of exquisite and ordinary, of artisan-made and child-made, of the big orange UT Santa and the delicate heart from Austria.

But back to this morning. Laurel and Hunter left early. They had over 3 hours to drive this morning to get to Appalachian State University by noon. Next year  is a big question mark for all three of our kids: Jesse to law school, Duncan to college, and Laurel to graduate school. This is the first of her graduate school tours. Jesse should get his LSAT scores any day now, and those will help determine where he is headed in the fall. Duncan has narrowed down his choices to two of the three colleges to which he applied and was accepted. So we're all just waiting, watching, and weighing pros and cons.

It's an exciting time!!

I should be melancholy, I know. And I could be, if I let myself get wrapped in memories of mornings spent snuggled under blanket reading How the Grinch Stole Christmas with kids in pajamas drinking hot chocolate, or even when early mornings meant milk dripped on the table, Legos on the floor, and shrieks of "GIVE IT BACK!" rattling the windows.

I could really get melancholy when I look at these.

Just a few of Duncan's senior pictures. You know. My baby. Thank you to my dear friend, Donna, for these amazing photos. We've been in this together for a long, long time.

But I'm not melancholy, even though we are just wrapping up Duncan's next-to-last semester of high school. My next-to-last semester of homeschooling, which I've been doing for 19 years now.

Nineteen years.

But I'm not melancholy this morning. It's business as usual. A half an hour of "WAKE UP, DUNCAN!" He'll wake up, work on his German for awhile, work on his essay (an analysis of horror films), and then head off to work at Kroger.

No Christmas crafts around here any more, and I'm okay with that. No Charlie Brown's Christmas, no Rudolph, no Frosty the Snowman. I'm okay with that. I'm even okay with not reading any of the Christmas books that make me cry, because once I get started, I may not stop.

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Friday, October 26, 2018

Field Trip: Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary

Sounds weird, right?

This year, my friends Amy and Diane and I decided that we were going to do a Tennessee Explorations class with our boys, who are juniors and seniors. We gave the boys the task of finding places in Tennessee that they want to visit.

Their first choice: Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary. They didn't have to think twice about that one.

A couple of years ago, the boys chanced by the closed-down penitentiary on a Boy Scout camping trip. They begged Randy, who is the Scoutmaster, to let them "explore" (AKA: trespass), but of course he refused (with some reluctance, if I know my husband). :)

Imagine how thrilled they were to learn that Brushy Mountain opened for tours a couple of months ago! As Duncan said on the ride over, "This is a dream come true."

Ah, teenage boys.

I have to admit: it was a fascinating and sobering field trip. It's just been open six weeks or so, and I suspect that in a couple of years, it will lose a lot of its rough, raw quality that makes it feel so authentic and, well, alarming. Creepy. Sad. We visited on a Monday afternoon, and there were only about 25 other people there; however, the tour guide said that it is absolutely packed on weekends.

Right now, you can just wander around almost everywhere on the compound, although a few places are off limits.

"The Hole"

The documentary in the museum is fantastic, but best of all, a former prison guard showed up and invited us to join him for a free tour. He was amazing. He took us through the compound and told all kinds of stories, pointed out where murders occurred and how prisoners escaped, and just gave life to the men who lived and worked here for decades. He related how the guards treated the prisoners with respect and dignity, regardless of what they did on the outside. It was really amazing. While we were fortunate to be there on a weekday and happened upon a free tour, I would definitely pay for one. Former inmates also give some tours.

This tour is not for everyone. It was, after all, a maximum security prison. We commented that we could feel a heaviness around us, sense a sadness and even the cold chill of evil. I think young kids would have nightmares—or at least I would have. This made me think of the "Scared Straight" movie from the late 1970s. While the boys enjoyed a sense of exploration and adventure, they also felt the danger and hopelessness that is pervasive even now at the prison.

It was not our most cheerful fall field trip ever, but it really was an enlightening experience!

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