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Growing up in Brasil

Two posts in one month?! You know something’s up…

Finished homeschooling is what is up!!

It’s been awhile since I wrote about the biggest (and sometimes, hardest) part of my day {here}.
But, all said and done, I shed some tears when my 6th grade graduate walked down the hallway (in his socks) to receive his diploma. And officially became a junior higher.

Somehow, all the uncapitalized letters or unpunctuated sentences don’t matter as much as…
Does he know how precious he is??
Does he know how bright a light he has to shine??
Does he know how dearly he is loved??


We won’t let #growingupinBrasil keep us from having a 6th grade Graduation or Awards Ceremony OR Swiss Cake Rolls for that matter!!

It just may involve a lot more construction paper. And include Awards such as “Student recognized for excellence in doing the most work with a worm stuck in his head.”


I’m not going to pretend we didn’t have our “moments”… It was stretching for ALL of us to switch from public school in US to homeschool in Brazil. There were times I may have dreamed of a yellow bus coming to drive my children to a capable and cheerful teacher who could teach them long division and also feed them lunch…

BUT, after teaching our oldest 4th grade, then 5th, then 6th… he started Brazilian school in the fall! (which is another blog post needing to happen 🙂 ) All of a sudden ALL of those dear ladies who stopped me with my babies in the grocery store to tell me how fast it would go were not kidding!!

We mommas gotta hold our babies close while we have the chance.

It may have taken me longer to learn portuguese…
I still may not be as proficient in the language as I would like…
I may be misunderstood at times (as it’s considered illegal in Brazil to homeschool)…

BUT, I don’t regret teaching my boys for a single second.
In fact, I think I’m really going to miss it this year!!
{Just look at these itty-bitty buddies ❤️}


Here’s to learning to love the stage we’re in. Wherever we are.
It all passes too quickly……❤️

Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.
{Psalm 90:12}





The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done

I haven’t forgotten I have a blog!! It’s just my days are consumed with homeschooling, still working on my portuguese, and all else that comes with serving and living at a Bible Institute. There’s much I’ve wanted to share, but realized in our 2 years here I’ve never written about the biggest part of my day! And so.

In case the title didn’t give it away, I’m talking bout homeschooling. 🙂

2015-09-09 16.22.13I don’t presume to be a homeschooling veteran…much less an expert.
I haven’t ever read a single homeschooling blog…much less know how to write one.
But, it’s what I do. Errrry live-long day.

I don’t homeschool because I have some warm, fuzzy feelings about keeping our kids close.
I don’t even homeschool because I think they will receive a better education from me than they would anywhere else.

I homeschool because it’s what we feel is best <<please hear me>> for us, for this point of time, for where we are, for this stage of our lives.

When we moved to Brazil, the kids and I didn’t know a lick of portuguese. There were so many transitions our boys needed to make that we didn’t think being thrown into a classroom-full of peers they couldn’t understand, and who couldn’t understand them, should be one of them. Although…those first weeks, there were more threats than I care to admit for them to either shape up OR be thrown into a classroom-full of peers they couldn’t understand!!
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Homeschooling was an adjustment for all of us–boys and momma. My boys didn’t care about my B.A. in elementary education. I was their mom. And they just weren’t sure I really knew how to do long division. But, we pressed on. Many a morning I had to explain that I not only completed the 3rd grade, but I went on to finish college and have even taught 3rd grade.
Eventually, they came around… Eventually.
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Momma didn’t realize how much I had gotten used to predictable, uninterrupted, quiet hours in my day. I went from spending my mornings meeting with friends and leisurely drinking coffee to how-many-times-do-I-have-to-tell-you-to-capitalize-the-first-word-in-a-sentence?! As for the predictable, uninterrupted, quiet hours in my day…. well, time is a peculiar thing. You see, the more time that passes, the more I forget what that was like. And, the more time that passes, the more I see these moments as fleeting and precious. Is there any better way to spend my morning than this??
Eventually, I came around.
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As precious and rewarding as homeschooling is, it still is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s not just the pressure of being the sole person responsible for your child’s education (I freak out just writing that!) It’s that there is no moment where “school is dismissed.” There is no “personal day.” There’s no “sick days” either. There’s no “teacher breakroom”–the bathroom comes close, but they still stand at the door and knock with their math questions. 
And so.
My Homeschool Stress Prevention/Management Plan!!
{Help to surTHRIVE homeschooling}

1. Breaks. Honestly, even more difficult than finding the time is actually taking the time. But, we gotta! Whether it be an escape to my room after lunch for a quiet hour, or a kid-less Saturday afternoon… breaks are a must.
2. Morning Walks. Every morning that I am able, first thing I do is head outside to walk laps around the soccer field. And pray. Praise. Repent. Ask. Yield.  My husband calls it my “trail of tears.” 🙂 My day just goes better when first thing I seek the One whose mercies are new every morning.
3. Dates. Since moving away from family and friends, this is one we’ve let slip. But, we have new resolve. Even if I don’t feel like we “need” a date, our kids NEED someone else’s attention and care (and ears!) It’s a wonder how refreshing it is for all of us to get a sitter for a few hours now and then.
4. Let things go. When you add something as huge as teaching 3 children in 3 different grades, some things just have to go. Floors have more dirt. Closets have more clutter. Clothes have more wrinkles. Meals become more simple. Those won’t matter when it’s time for them to go to college.
5. Lower expectations. I can let fear drive my expectations of myself and my kids. And I need to simmer down a few notches. Are they readin’? writin’? ‘rithmatic? Ok, then. Relax!!
6. Soul care. Paint. Read. Dance. Create. Hike. Call a friend. Sit outside. Stare off into the distance. Find time to regularly do whatever makes your soul sing. Be at rest once more, oh my soul, for the Lord has been good to you. {Psalm 116.7}
7. Regularly receive truth: Our pastor is from Rio, speaks very fast, and I still translate what he says in my head and miss important things. I have a whole new appreciation for listening to sermons online while I make lunch. It keeps me grounded among the ups and downs of a homeschooling day.
8. Laugh: I don’t know about you, but if I’m going to have wrinkles…it better be from laughing rather than scowling! I don’t do this enough. Which is why it made the list 🙂 Laugh with your kids. Laugh at your kids. Laugh at yourself. Ease up. And laugh. After all, Laughter is the best medicine!!
9. Still stressed? Make a list. Oftentimes, it’s just. not. that. much. If it is, consider if there’s a common denominator. Take it to the Lord in prayer. Memorize verses for perspective. Share with someone for accountability. Seek counseling for clarity. Tackle that baby head on!
10. Give thanks. Not just “when all else fails…” BUT before all else fails…GIVE THANKS! Ann Voskamp: He deserves all my thanks and it’s impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear {or worried…or stressed…or anxious}.

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I was gathering up our pencils at the end of last year, and just had to chuckle.
Not an eraser in sight…….
You can tell by this image, we make plenty mistakes.
The more we’re used, the more we’re gonna mess up.
BUT! The more we mess up, the more opportunities we have to be sharpened.

We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You.
2 Chronicles 20.12

As long as my eyes are on me, I will never be adequate enough or patient enough or wise enough. Which is why I need to look less at myself and more at the One whose promises are great.

All your children will be taught by the LORD, and great will be their peace.
Isaiah 54:13

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(P.S. When all else fails, make yourself a cup of tea and pull out the stickers. 🙂 )