This morning I walked up to my dh as he was making coffee and he put his arm around me and said, "Welcome to the crazy house."
I replied with a tired sigh, "Welcome to my everyday."
There was a huge Pokemon battle brewing in my kitchen, all three boys pretending to be different Pokemon complete with super loud sound effects and Pokemon battle moves. The noise level was deafening, the action a little disorientating.
"Of course," I added, "There is not always a Pokemon battle in my kitchen."
"Just think, if we weren't home educating, there might never be a poke battle in your kitchen," dh reminded me.
Tears started to fill my eyes as I watched the bunch of them having fun together, the older kids including the younger ones in their play. I am so thankful that I have this opportunity to watch them grow together and that they have this opportunity to know each other and teach each other. If they were in school I think it unlikely that they would be so willing to play with each other, their interests would be so diverse.
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So true. Once I hit third grade, it was all "fend for yourself and figure out a way to survive" for all of us kids. It was weird being so isolated in school, but surviving and fitting in takes so much time and energy. It wasn't until I found my niche in high school that I could really relax in school. My kids play together all the time and although it gets really noisy, I always think about how they wouldn't be such good friends if we weren't home educating.
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