Hi. Remember me? It’s been about a year, I guess. And what a year!
I’m not even sure how to start.
Everything is pretty much the same, but there have been a few more official diagnoses added to the fold. Childhood mental illness, dyspraxia, dyscalculia, dysgraphia, processing disorders, and another kiddo on the spectrum. This has not changed the kids in any way, they are who they are, who they have always been. But it has helped me understand them, and help with the tricky bits. It’s also changed the way we home educate. A couple of hours of actual “school-at-home” on most weekdays happens now. Sure, it’s Waldorf/Charlotte Mason inspired. But it is happening. Along with a tutor and a pretty set schedule for the week.
I will admit that it’s not how I imagined it, and the transition has not necessarily been smooth. Yet here we are!
I was not sure how to continue with this blog. Can I still write about all of our life without crossing the line into oversharing?
I’ve decided that I’m going to try. I am not ashamed or embarrassed about who my children are. Their diagnoses and difficulties are as real and a part of them as if they were diabetic, and they deserve as much understanding and inclusion as anyone. Who they are is not a part of my identity, but being their Mother is. To ignore or skip over that part of our family is to keep reenforcing that we don’t speak of such things. AND WE SHOULD.
That said I’m going to be vague on specifics and the nitty gritty. I can tell you about what, but not always about who and why.
Our lives, and therefore the blog, are basically the same. A large dose of hippy-la-la parenting and home education, some backyard farming and real food, as well as my usual take on life.
I’d love it if you’d hang around…