
But at this moment of the first lost tooth, Duncan's quote as he looked at his mouth in the mirror really sums it all up: "Awesome! Blood! A bloody pool!"
He's a funny guy. He's a botany/genetics professor by day and just a regular guy on weekends when he's going to (the) Wal-Mart to get new tires put on his 15-year-old, beat-up, ripped-up, moldy-looking car. And when he says in all seriousness, when I ask how soon until he is leaving, "I just gotta duct-tape my hat before I go."
Homeschooling 101 makes me happy. I am happy that it is over--that is true. It's one of those BIG checks off the never-ending To-Do list. But I love the opportunity to get to speak to people who are earnestly seeking out information about homeschooling. It actually thrills me to be able to encourage them. Our support group started this about 6 years ago. We take about 45 minutes to give the bare bones of homeschooling: homeschooling law in the state, approaches to homeschooling, reasons to homeschool, how to figure out what to do in your own home, etc. We open up the floor to Q&A and then take the next hour for curriculum browsing and more personal Q&A. Usually 6-12 members set up their own "Curriculum Share" tables. Participants can get their hands on the materials and talk to the users in a no-sales environment. This is an awesome time for new folks to really see what is available out there. Their faces get so excited when they see the possibilities for real, outside the walls, learning! (Current homeschoolers also enjoy this part if they have been wanting to see what others use.) We also have stacks of catalogs provided by various companies that folks can take home and peruse. (And TOS was lovely enough to give a free subscription as a doorprize.) We had about 30 potential homeschoolers attend today's seminar. I am so inspired to see all these families taking a long, honest look at their children's education. I know that our goal is to encourage them, but they certainly do encourage those of us in this journey already!
Next on the list: should I get my classes ready for Monday or find a warm blanket and read my latest book? Um, book.
I am not a support group leader anymore. For four years, I poured hours and hours each week--physically, mentally, and emotionally--into serving our support group. A year ago I gave my notice and then stepped off the board at the first of August (the beginning of our new year). I began as the newsletter editor/communications coordinator and ended as a communications support person and as part of the enrichment class team.
Our group's mission has always been to support and encourage area homeschooling families in various ways. But keeping one's eyes on the mission is difficult in the midst of dissension. And there is nearly always dissension. Homeschoolers are an independent and opinionated lot in general. Some are downright difficult. Right now I am heavy with empathy as our leadership struggles with rumors and hearsay. What is so difficult about being in leadership is that you just can't tell "the whole story" without airing "the victim's" (and I say that with very large quotes around the word) dirty laundry. You have to trust the Lord that all secrets will be revealed in their own time, and that the Truth will prevail. Phew. That is hard to do when your name is being dragged through the red clay. Even if only a couple of people are doing the dragging.
But here's what pulls a leader through: the sweet voices of encouragement. It is in our nature as humans to dwell on those tiny out-of-tune soloists of criticism while ignoring the choir of support. Isn't that crazy? And here is my message to anyone who belongs to a support group: let your leaders know you appreciate them. Send them emails. Tell them how important the group is to them. Don't buy into the rumors you might hear circulating, and by all means, don't participate in the speculation that stems from such situations. Chances are that most members have no idea of the dramas that go on, because I have seen gentle, kind-hearted women take a verbal beating and go on to plan classes or prepare an upcoming seminar with smiles on their faces. Don't forget to pray for your leaders. And if you have something you can add to a group--and everyone does--don't hesitate to offer. There is nothing more encouraging to a leader that these two phrases: "Thank you!" and "How can I help?"
"Jollification" has become a favorite addition to our lingo this week. Laurel and I encountered it while reading Christy and have decided to incorporate this mountain term into our daily conversation. This has, indeed, been a weekend of jollification, as we celebrated our mother's 80th birthday and our Lord's resurrection.
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
It was bad enough that Laurel said to me this evening, "Who IS Rumpelstilskin, anyway?" (She is doing a play in her Readers Theatre class in which the famous little man appears.) I promised her that she really has heard the story before, although it has probably been many years, and that I will read it to her tomorrow. So then not more than an hour later, Duncan and I finish reading the first in The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh (and this particular story he has practically memorized thanks to audiobooks), when he says, "What is a Heffalump, anyway?" Ouch! Rumplestilskin gives me a brief pang of guilt. I've never been huge on fairy tales, but I have intended to cover the basics. But Heffalumps and Woozles! How could a child reach the age of 6 in our home and not know about Heffalumps and Woozles? The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh is a book that we read cover-to-cover to Jesse, our firstborn, several times after he received it as a gift at the age of 3. Several times!! But child #3 probably knows little more than the basic stories of Pooh in a very tight place and Pooh and the bees. I am confronted with true literary failure.
So the book is now next to Duncan's bed, waiting for Daddy to continue reading at bedtime. By the end of the month, Duncan will know all about Heffalumps. And tomorrow I'll find a copy of Rumplestilskin, and while I'm at it I'd better tackle all the other fairy tales I've probably neglected to tell to the younger two. That first kid gets all the good stuff!