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Exploring Countries and Cultures MFW

MFW ECC: Getting Ready!

MFW ECC: Intro Week 1

MFW ECC: Intro Week 2

MFW ECC: United States Part 1

MFW ECC: United States Part 2

MFW ECC: Mexico

MFW ECC: Canada

MFW ECC Brazil

MFW ECC: Norway 

MFW ECC: France

MFW ECC: Germany

MFW ECC: Kenya

MFW ECC: Middle East

MFW ECC: India

MFW ECC: China

MFW ECC: Japan

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Congratulations to the @theervinfamily ✨✨✨ A few years ago the boys and I were walking in the woods when my second born stopped, sniffed the air, and said, “whoa!!! It smells like Narnia!” His brothers began sniffing the air and they agreed, “yes, that’s definitely Narnia.” ❄️ I’ve thought about that moment countless times and witnessed those sensory connections over and over again as the years pass. A cuddly blanket that reminds someone of Jenny Linsky, the cookies that bring memories of the Penderwicks, the feel of feather pillows that can only mean a battle is brewing at Plumfield. When a box of Wizard School candles from @betterthingscandlecompany arrived at the house, we decided to play a game. The boys found their biggest hat (for sorting, obviously) and a blindfold- then tested each other to see if they could place each scent in the right house. We laughed so much over exclamations like, “That is SO hufflepuff!” Or “I remember that smell- that’s Ravenclaw!” They knew just where each scent fit.
Thankful for a place where I can walk with other moms that love their children and celebrate all the different ways we homeschool. It’s a joy and a gift. Learning from @ainsl3y @cindyordoamoris Pam Leo, @rbaburina @1000hoursoutside @lesliemmartino @homeschooling_withtheclassics @heyingolds @maandpamodern @heritagemomblog on stage and dozens of women off stage. Rejoicing with women who celebrated big victories this year. grieving alongside those who are processing losses. Celebrating all the moments where we see the Lord bringing things together in the best ways (@aubreyandjen) Dancing, singing and laughing all together...Truly, there is no other place like it and i am so thankful for the thoughtful and loving way @ainsl3y has nurtured @wildandfree.co and made so many feel welcome and encouraged. I can’t wait to sit and listen to all the talks when they get posted next month. Sometimes I’m only able to catch a few during the course of the weekend. Glad for the chance to listen and rewind and take notes! And as always, still marveling over all the love and support Jeff pours out to get us there. It’s humbling and such a picture of grace. ❤️
“Remember the day when?” The older my kids get— the more they say it. “Remember the day when we didn’t do school and built a tiny Boston out of blocks and let the duckling we rescued waddle through it? Remember the day we made the tent and ate flap jacks and read Plum Creek? Remember the day the Great Heron tricked us? Remember the day when we did Twelfth Night in bathrobes? Remember when we turned yard work into a fairy village? Remember the day we got lost and it was so hot but THEN...” Admittedly, some of the days to remember were carefully planned and purposeful. But more often than not they were days I made myself let go of. sometimes they were days that could have ended badly but the adult in charge kept her head and so we looked for joy and found it. It’s funny—we had so many middle of the road days, but these boys really hung on to those “remember when” days to the point where it seemed they made up the bulk of our days together. We never know when the day we are living out could turn into a “remember when” day. A great plan isn’t a guarantee, but a good attitude almost always is. What kept the wretched nature walks from being wretched was most often the sound of laughter- even if it didn’t come till hours later. The days I had to just “let go of” — you know the ones— bad days when things like dishes or hearts or peace break and everything goes awry. Yeah, those. When things went wrong, I had to learn to let go of my plan for the day so I could embrace my little ones. I am in awe of how grace and mercy filled our cups and gently convicted us of our narrow view of education. I don’t regret a single “remember when” day. I don’t regret listening or leaning in or slowing down or interceding or taking a nap or baking cookies or picking that tough nature hike. They helped me discipline my responses. They helped me maintain the atmosphere. They helped us build a life together. Here’s to the steady building up of those unplanned “Remember When” days. They often come disguised as a bad day- watch for them, lean in, and embrace the grace.
Earlier this summer, someone asked my youngest if he had learned a lot of new things in school last year. My beautifully neurodiverse child paused for a moment and said “No, not really.” This person squirmed a bit, knowing we home educate, and graciously tried to cover for me. “But your mom seems like a good teacher! I’m sure you learned something.” My boy looked at her and said very matter-of-factly, “well, the thing is my mom is actually a really good learner and thats the first thing you need if you’re going to help your kids learn.” The adult smiled, “so you did learn new things this year!” He shook his head, “no— we didn’t learn a lot of new things. We mostly remembered old things.” ✨✨✨ A few days ago someone messaged me, wondering if I would ever talk about homeschooling again or if I was now devoting myself to covering the crises in Cuba. I had to pause for a moment and consider that some might see homeschooling and the situation in Cuba as two totally unrelated things. But for me, they are extremely intertwined. Not one day of the life I have lived on this earth is unattached to the stories of my family and their experience. Remembering matters. My freedom to home educate is not something I take lightly. I know who paid the price for it: their names are written on my heart. In the mornings, my children recite the apostles creed instead of communist propaganda about Che or Fidel. I can ask my children, “what is the chief end of man?” instead of questions about serving the state. I’m sharing voices of the people in Cuba as a way to remember what happened before and what is happening now. As a way to remember the importance of asking questions and to remember the value of human life. My son said that our way of homeschooling is an exercise in remembering. Just so. We stretch our hands to the heavens and cry out as we remember Cuba. We remember where our faith and hope lies. We remember, not only Cuba, but places around the world and throughout history that have fought for their freedom. We remember.
Today I stood in the quiet cathedral of a forest. A thousand miles away my relatives on the island of Cuba stood in food lines with diminishing rations and growing hunger. I walked through the creek and watched my boys shake the boughs of young trees, releasing canticles of raindrops onto the forest floor. They tell me the rain in North Carolina smells different. It doesn’t smell like home but it gives the same longings to be restored to something we can only hear echoes of in this world. My youngest stands beside me, holding a box turtle in his hands. He does not think about hunger. “mama, what do I name this turtle? I don’t know his story or where he comes from.” When my Abuelos escaped the clutches of the regime, they left everything behind but their names and their stories. They tore their roots from the ground, wrapped them in memories, and transplanted them in the welcoming soil of America. They tended, nurtured and pruned those roots until they formed an anchor for all their new stories. As they worked, they testified their grief, gratitude, trauma, joy, humility. All of it communicated in their own unique way, benedictions of remembrance for us to walk in. “What is your name?” I ask the boy standing beneath the tall trees on his Abuelo’s land. He cradles the turtle and whispers his name into the canopy of trees and wind and mother love. “Who are you?” I ask him and he answers while he sprinkles water on the unnamed mosaic shell. Minutes later we hear a heavy thud echo in the forest. We run up the path and discover a tree, unmoored by last night’s wind and rain. The walk back to the house is quiet until he tells me that he won’t ever forget the day of raindrops, turtle shells and trees weakened over time. “I will tell my kids!” A few days ago, I read these words and felt them deeply: “wisdom is often purchased at a great price, and much of it fades into disremembering because of silence or modest restraint, or because of shame and grief. Yet without the telling, we would soon cease to understand who we are.” (Michael O’Brien) Today, I walked in the benediction of remembrance. Today, I sing their songs of joy and grief over my children and understand
Today we’re celebrating what my eldest learned in his Anatomy strand this term. No tricky wording to trap him or limiting bubbles to constrain him. Just the freedom of an empty sheet of paper, some pastels, and the testimony of what he received and studied. I’ll share this moment with permission from him and open the window to our home a bit. We traced his body outline on a sheet of butcher paper and he filled it in with drawings of all the major body systems and labeled each part from memory. He couldn’t write fast enough, which is a strange thing to witness. His dyslexia usually makes him write painstakingly slow. But today—- it poured out of him. He wasn’t thinking about how long it took him to learn how to read or how brutal the multiplication table was for him— he simply enjoyed the fruit of his faithfulness these past few months and proceeded with confidence to receive the right reward. This took a lot of daily work. It didn’t just happen 🙌🏼 I got to witness those moments when he had to stop and figure out how to layer things. I saw the problem solving wheels that have been helping his dyslexic brain adapt to the world around him churn out workable creative solutions. I saw the moments of resolve when he took ownership of the project and put on habits of diligence. How did he learn those body systems so well? He read/listened to living books about them, studied the images, practiced drawing them and NARRATED it back to me as he was drawing. 🤯 He’s figured out how to teach himself things and that is such a boost of encouragement as we tackle what’s next (we’re looking at you executive function skills!) He’s ready for the next challenge and as it turns out we were never punished for tossing out that awful reading workbook in the trash when he was in second grade. 😂 🔥 Dear young man, you are right on time. I’m still behind you. Let’s take the next step. ✨✨

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