How to make money as a homeschooling parent

If homeschooling is on your heart chances are that one of the things that may be holding you back is expenses. Or possibly you already home school and you’re looking for a way to make some extra cash. Personally I was a couple years into homeschooling when I began to feel the need to help my family financially. However, I had been a stay at home mom for 10 years by then and I really didn’t want to give up my personal convictions to home school my kids to start working, so what was I going to do? I did what I know to do and I took it to the Lord. I prayed a very specific request, that I thought was really asking a lot and would be hard to come across. My prayer was that God would present me with an opportunity to help out my family, that would allow me to bring my children, and would also allow me to continue homeschooling.

Several weeks into praying this prayer, I was browsing through one of my local home school association groups online and saw a post that peaked my interest. The post was from another local home school mom and it went something like this, “Is anyone interested in a job that you can bring your kids and still home school?” … Um, yes! Me! That was literally my prayer almost verbatim. I was not about to turn away the blessing! So I responded for more information. She was looking for child care teachers for their church before and after school program. She explained to me the hours would be mornings and afternoons, with several hours in between leaving me time to home school my kids, and of course being a child care facility I would be able to bring them with me for a very good employee discount. I see you Lord! This was an answer to my prayer. I applied for the position, and got the job. I have since been promoted to Ministry Assistant of the child care program and work just a few more hours then before, but I am still able to do school with the kids.

Since I started working I have collaborated with many other working home school moms and learned that its not all that uncommon. There are plenty of opportunities to earn extra income for your household as a home school parent. So I am going to share with you a few of the ways that I personally know other home school parents make it work. Some are great for making side cash when you need it, others are steady income opportunities, but the important thing to keep in mind is that all of them are actual jobs that take actual work. You may have to put in some elbow grease, but it CAN be done! As an effort to sound extra cheesy I will end this part of the article with this quote, “If you believe it, you can achieve it.”

Without further ado, here’s a few ways to make money as a home school parent:

1. Starting with what I know, Child Care
Child care comes in many forms. You may want to be a weekend babysitter to make some pocket cash. Or sign on to be a full time nanny for a family that allows you to bring along your own kiddos. You can set up a care.com profile or sign up with a provider company. I know there’s one in my area called angel fish services that basically acts as the middle man between parents and providers. If required by the parents, most babysitting or nanny jobs will require a minimum of CPR certification and first aid training, and most likely a clean background check.

Then there’s the early learning jobs, which include in home day care provider or working as an early childhood teacher in a day care facility. Day care providers specialize more on the education side of child care, and these jobs require by law for special training. Like sitters and nannies, day care providers will also be required to be CPR and first aid certified. They will be required to pass a clean background check, and depending on whether they are in home or in facility teachers the training will very. However generally the training covers subjects such as, In Home or Facility Rules and Regulations, Health Safety and Nutrition, Identifying and Reporting Child Abuse and Neglect, Child Growth and Development, Safe Sleep Practices, and Early Literacy, just to name a few. Going the Day Care teacher route will require you to pass exams on these skills to continue practicing, but don’t let that deter you, the training only takes as long as you make it take and the exams are pretty common sense stuff.

The most important thing to be said about this option is that it is more than just a job. It is a calling. If you don’t feel called to take care of children I definitely do not suggest this route. These are people’s children, to be cared for and protected at all cost. Chances are as a home school parent, one of the very reasons you may have decided to home school was to keep your children safe from outside sources, because we have all heard the horror stories. So as a home school parent we of all people should understand how hard it is for these parents to leave their children in the care of basically a stranger. It is a trust between parents and providers and of course the children. Not to be taken lightly. If you’re just simply wanting to make a buck, there is nothing wrong with that but I suggest moving down the list then.

2. Sell your closet-
I know quite a few home school parents who actually make a good bit of money doing this. Most of them suggest starting with what you actually have in your closet. Clean out what you no longer wear, including clothes, shoes, accessories, etc. You can also do this for your kids stuff. Seeing as there’s a huge market for children’s clothing, I highly suggest this. Once you’ve got your stuff to sell post it on apps like “letitgo” or “poshmark”. Of course you can always go the oldie but goodie way of ebay!

Once you get the hang of it, you can start doing reselling. A couple moms I know will spend a few hours every week going to thrift stores and flipping things they find for a good chunk of change!

3. Makers and Crafters-
If you have a niche for making things that can be useful to others, someone will buy it! Sites like etsy make it easy to set up shop where all of you talented home school parents can turn your hobbies into profit! Don’t forget flee markets and art shows. Get yourself a booth and sell your crafts! I buy from my maker friends all the time.

4. Homesteading-
Not only can this save you money, but it can also earn you money. Homesteading involves growing your own food, farming animals, making your own soaps, detergents, etc. Contrary to popular belief you do not have to have a lot of land to do this. I suggest looking up the popular trend called “urban homesteading”. I actually dabbled in homesteading myself before. All you need is a box/container garden to get started. Farming animals is not required but if desired, a small chicken coop doesn’t take up much room. Once you get established you will be saving lots of money on produce, eggs, and other household goods. Then you can take your stuff down to your local farmers market and turn it into cash!

5. Find a job that allows you to bring your kids to work-
They do exist, and they’re not all working as daycare providers. I have a couple friends who work in gyms as personal trainers or yoga instructors. The catch is they work for a gym that provides childcare and allows them to utilize the childcare while they’re on the job.

There are also other companies who have learned the importance of on site child care for their employees, such as Home Depot and Publix. Get yourself a part time job at the grocery or hardware store, and home school with the other part of your time!

6. Uber Eats Courier-
So Uber came out with an awesome program that delivers food to people from anywhere. So if you want something to eat from somewhere that generally doesn’t deliver, you can call Uber Eats and they will bring it to you! This is also awesome for a home school parent who wants to make some side cash. Unlike regular Uber, that you definitely should not bring your children while you transport strangers, as an Uber Eats Courier you can bring your kids along for the ride to drop off some burgers! Awesome!

7. Photography-
This one is pretty popular among home school parents, but if you have what it takes you can make really good money doing photography. However you definitely need to have a talent for it, otherwise you will waste a lot of money in the process. The initial investment to be a photographer is a pretty good cost, so be sure it is something you are going to stick with. You don’t want to have a bunch of dusty equipment sitting in the corner never being used.

If you do stick with it though, it is worth it. I actually have several friends who support their households as the main source of income by owning their own photography business.

8. Direct Sales-
Though I honestly don’t know many people who get rich with direct sales. I do have friends who bring in a couple hundred extra dollars every month through their direct sales businesses! Do your research and find out what works best for you. My advice is make sure that you are selling something that you will use. Its really hard to sell a product that you’re not really passionate about, and people can tell if you’re faking.

9. Private Cleaning business-
You do not have to have specialized talents to start your own business. Everybody is good at something! If you are good at cleaning and organizing put it to use! Start a cleaning business cleaning vacation homes or condos. You’ll be more likely to be able to bring your kids to these places than someones daily home, but those jobs are out there too!

10. Online tutoring or teaching-
If you are a teacher, or you have an area that you can offer private lessons in, this is a good option for you. Below is a list of options to look into for online teaching and tutoring jobs.
Teaching jobs-
▪ K12
▪ Educate-online
▪ Connections Academy
▪ Flex jobs
Tutoring jobs-
▪ Tutor.com
▪ Sylvan Learning
▪ Chegg

11. Baking-
If you’re great at baking use that! I know a few home school parents who bake special cakes or cupcakes to order, for events. You could even use this as a teaching opportunity. I can see a home economics class coming out of this!

12. Beauty Services-
If you can do hair, makeup, nails, or if you are a massage therapist, this one is for you! Again, I know a lot of home school moms who have gotten their cosmetology or massage credentials and offer services from their home on their off time. It brings in extra money and allows them the flexibility to keep home schooling their kids!

Well, that concludes my list for now. What do you guys think? Can you think of anything to add to the list? I am always looking for new ways to help the home school community. Leave your comments below.

What My Mom’s Death Taught Me About My Own Health

So this journey has been very difficult to say the least. If you don’t know what journey I am referring to click here to catch up. A lot of self discovery happening. As I’ve mentioned in my previous blog post, since losing my mom I’m not exactly sure how to be me anymore. One thing I did about a week ago was sit down and make a list of things I want to do within the next year to be closer to my destination. Which is figuring out who I am again. There’s things on the list from, get closer to God, to sky diving. No I do not intend to get closer to God by skydiving. Nothing is off limits on this list. Crazy things, awesome things, impossible things, no biggie things, and so on.

The reality is that I probably won’t be able to accomplish everything on my list, at least not this next year. However one thing that is immediately attainable on my list is to take my health and fitness more seriously. Having been witness to my mothers suffering with terminal illness for the passed seven years, especially the last two of them, has opened my eyes to another side of health, that is nutrition. It amazes you when you’ve been told by doctors that your mother needs to be on a high-protein diet, but the hospital is feeding her jello. Meanwhile she doesn’t know better because her idea of eating healthy is eating lots of yogurt. In the last year of my moms life I did a lot of research on eating for health, but I was to no avail because my moms health was so declined by then that I couldn’t help her. This is when I learned that using food for medical purposes is best done as a preventative, than it is a treatment. However let me clarify that it totally CAN be used as a treatment in a lot of instances.

Upon reflecting on what I have learned I decided that it is time to start implementing these things in my own life. My mom was only 46 when she passed away. Her mom was only 58 when she passed away, and her mom’s mom was also only 58 when she passed away! Do you see a pattern here? I decided for the sake of my children to hopefully never have to know the pain of losing their mom too soon, that I have to take control of my health where I can. It only makes sense to me that the best way I can do that is by controlling what I put into my body. Now a lot of things factor into a person’s health, genetics, etc. Though I am certain, from my own experience in watching what my mom went through, that it is a lot easier to get healthy BEFORE disease gets a hold of you, than it is to restore health to an already unhealthy and malnourished individual. Shoot I might even go as far to say that if your body is kept in the right conditions that some diseases, such as cancer, wont even have the opportunity to dwell there. Though I may not be confident enough yet to say that irrefutably, I have heard it said before. So the last couple weeks I have began to exercise just bout every day, and eat for my health. At first the adjustment is a little difficult, and even made me feel crummy. My body had to detoxify a lot of junk out, and that made me feel sick. I also experienced some hypoglycemia because I cut off my sugar intake maybe a little too drastically (I suggest tapering that one down). However determined to push through, I am feeling amazing now. My husband has even joined me on this part of my journey and he is already reaping the benefits as well. As a matter of fact he has lost 7 lbs in his first week!

I will make an entire blog post about what we are doing currently with our diet and everything when the time comes, but all that leads me to my next discovery on this journey. Through all my research and commitment to myself I have found that I really want to use this to help others. So today I am adding to my list to become a holistic health and wellness coach. I truly believe that God gave us everything we need to live life healthy. The problem is that we live in a society of convenience and we have lost touch with natural remedies. Why would you put much thought into your health when there is a pill for everything? Why would you put much thought into food preparation and ingredients when there is fast food on every corner? I used to be one of those people who didn’t worry about my health because “that’s the doctors job”. It doesn’t work like that. I believe in the healing properties of medicine don’t get me wrong, but I also believe in the healing properties of nature, and I think the two have the best outcome when combined. So I am not saying stop all your meds, but I am saying that you may be surprised at just how many of them you find yourself no longer in need of once you start to take better care of your body.

So, next on my list is figuring out which way I need to turn to be on the right path towards my new goal. Any tips on where to begin? What do you guys think about nutrition, and its healing powers? Are you also inspired to eat for your health? Let me know what you guys think in the comments.

The Motherless Mothers Day

Today has been exactly one month to the day since my mother passed away. Yesterday I went to see a grief counselor, to help in this healing process. She told me that all of the “firsts” are going to be the hardest. The first Mothers Day, first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, etc. Unfortunately for me my first motherless Mothers Day is so soon, this Sunday to be exact.

My mom is not here, so I can’t spend the day with her or lavish her with gifts. The only thing I can do is celebrate her, and pour myself into my own children. One thing I want to do for her this Mothers Day though is tell you about her. I want my readers to know about the woman who made me into what I am, because if you ever see a good quality in me, you can be sure it came from her.

I could tell you that my mothers favorite color was purple, or that her favorite flowers were lilies. I could tell you that she was a petite woman with dark blonde hair, and greenish- hazel colored eyes. I could tell you that she wore Hanae Mori perfume from the “Butterfly” collection, which is ironic because she hated butterflies. I could tell you that she tanned well in the summer, and how much she loved bathing in the sun. I could tell you that she loved to read, and her favorite kind of stories were mysteries and science fiction. I could tell you all of these things but they wouldn’t matter to you if you never knew her. So I want you to know her, at least how I knew her.

My mom was the oldest of her 3 sisters, born an identical twin though sadly her twin sister, Rhonda, passed away shortly after birth. Her parents were divorced, though both of her parents remained very involved with their girls. She grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan, where she would later raise my brother and myself as well. She was beautiful and outgoing. Somewhat rebellious, but never reckless. She loved aqua-net hairspray, and was a perfectionist with a bottle of nail polish. She liked to chat over a cup of coffee on the front porch in the fall. She loved to think about the conspiracies of the world, like “is Big Foot real,” and “what is really hiding at Area 51?” She loved to sing even though she wasn’t very good at it. She was goofy in a good way. For example, she liked to pretend she had a British or an Irish accent and get to talking about anything and everything just to make people laugh. She enjoyed making fairy gardens, and painting rocks with her grand kids. We had our own secret language that few could understand, and we would speak it to each other when a message needed to be relayed for our ears only. She was feisty with a kind spirit, and had an amazing capability to care for others. Her grand children meant everything to her, and there’s no argument that she was absolutely the best mother she could be.

She had me when she was young. She was 16 when she became pregnant with me, and 17 when she gave birth to me. The first selfless thing she ever did for me was make the choice to keep me. A scared teenage mother chose to give up her own dreams and devote herself to a baby who didn’t ask to be born. Some people might think that a teenage mom couldn’t be a great mother, but boy would she prove those people wrong. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother if I was able to hand pick her myself. Since she was young when she had me, we got to grow up together. To give you a visual, think “Gilmore Girls” but blonde. In a lot of ways my mom and I also had a sister-like relationship, and she was my best friend all of my life. I am glad she didn’t wait, even though I’m sure that it put a lot of hardship on her to be such a young mother. Knowing now her fate to die early in life, being a young mom gave us more time together.

My mom was the kind of mom that would give you the last of her ice cream just because you asked for it, even if you already scarfed down your own, and even though it was chocolate with peanut butter cups which was her favorite. She was the mom who picked you up for lunch every day in second grade to make your favorite lunch and help you with your school work, because your ADD was holding you back in school but she wanted to help you catch up instead of medicate you. She was the mom that wouldn’t allow you watch scary movies, but still let you sleep in her bed late at night when you got scared because you sneakily watched them anyways at a friends house.

She was the kind of mom that woke you up early every morning in junior high school to do your hair and makeup for you, because your coming of age self didn’t know how to apply eyeliner to save your life. She was the kind of mom that helped you late night cram the project for school that you procrastinated for weeks. She was the kind of mom that stayed up all hours curled up on the sofa consoling you through your first heart break. She was also the kind of mom that helped you plot revenge against the first boy who broke your heart. She was the kind of mom who forgave you for being a rotten teenager, and loved you through all your mistakes.

She was the kind of mom who helped you move across the country when you became married at 18, even though it broke her heart. She was the kind of mom who put you on her cell phone plan because the two of you talked so often that the bill was outrageous (this was back before everything was unlimited). She was the kind of mom that couldn’t stand the distance between the two of you so she also moved across the country just to be near you and your children. She was the kind of mom that gave you good advice when you had marriage quarrels instead of just getting mad with you.

She was the kind of mom that even when she got sick she watched your kids for you until she couldn’t anymore. She was the kind of mom that you stayed every night you could at the hospital when she wasn’t doing well, because you know she would do the same for you. She was the kind of mom that you prayed fervently for that God would give her just one more day. She was the kind of mom that even in her suffering she would comfort you and tell you that everything is going to be okay. She was the kind of mom who used her last breath to tell you that she loves you always. She was the kind of mom that leaves an imprint in your heart forever, even after she is gone. She was the kind of mom that you want to be for your children, and that’s how she will live on.

This Mothers Day my mom isn’t with me. However she does get to be in heaven with her mom, and I’m sure you can probably guess that her mom was just as great as her. So, happy Mothers Day in heaven this year mamma! Give Grandma a hug for me. If your mom is still here this mothers day please give her your love. Spend the day with her if you can. Send her (or bring her) flowers. Tell her you love her. Don’t take her for granted.

Cervical Cancer and HPV

So if you ask any of my close friends I am notorious for TMI (to much information), that being said I am gonna throw the big red TMI flag out there now so if you continue reading, well you’ve been warned.

Alright, so today I am going to the lady doctor for my yearly. That’s right I am getting a pap smear today. Ladies dread this appointment but it is SO important. A pap smear is a test that samples cells from the cervix to check for abnormalities that may indicate cervical cancer. I am ashamed to admit that I am actually overdue for my pap. With everything that has happened in my family recently I have had to reschedule my appointment like three times. However today is the day.

As I have made it well known, my mother battled with, and eventually lost her life due to cervical cancer. According to cancer.gov “Virtually all cases of cervical cancer are caused by HPV, and just two HPV types, 16 and 18, are responsible for about 70% of all cases”. However, HPV is not ONLY responsible for cervical cancer. It is also responsible for 95% of anal cancers, 70% of oropharyngeal cancers, 65% of vaginal cancers, 50% of vulvar cancers, and 35% of penile cancers.

HPV is scary, but many people don’t even know what it is. HPV stands for Human papillomaviruses, which are actually a group of more than 200 viruses. Out of the 200+ types only about a dozen of them have been identified as high-risk, and only two of these, HPV types 16 and 18, are identified as the main cancer causing culprits. HPV is transmitted sexually, but that is nothing to be ashamed of. Of course the more partners you have, the more likely you are to obtain the virus, but don’t think you are in the clear if you have only been with one partner. If your partner has been with even one other person before you then you can definitely be infected with HPV. To make it even worse the CDC estimates that 90% of Americans will be infected with HPV at some point in their lives, and around half of those infected are of the high-risk types. Most high-risk types occur without any symptoms at all, and in case it wasn’t scary enough there is NO test for it in men! So unless a man manifest physical symptoms of HPV, men can’t even know they have it. Which is why it is spread so easily. HPV never goes away and is not curable, however just like most viruses it can become dormant for many years.

There are vaccines that have been created to prevent contraction of the high-risk and cancer causing types of HPV. They are designed to prevent cancer, however there are some controversy that surround the vaccines. I highly suggest educating yourself about them, and considering it for you or your children. The vaccines can be given to both boys and girls, the series can begin from age 9, and is recommended for young women through age 26, and young men through age 21. Some people do not agree with the vaccines, so as I stated educate yourself, and make the best choice for your family.

The most important means of protection from the virus is obviously protected sex, but if you have ever been sexually active its also important to stay up to date on your paps ladies. Pap smears are virtually the only test for HPV and early detection makes all the difference. So I propose a call to action, education is key. Share this with your loved ones to educate them about the seriousness of HPV, how to detect it, and how to prevent it.

My mom caught hers fairly late. By the time she found out about her cancer the first time it was already stage 3, and by the second time stage 4. In part of my journey in moving forward in the wake of her death, I think the best way I can honor my mother, is by sharing this information with women, and by staying on top of my own health. What happened to her, doesn’t have to happen to us.

The Day The World Didn’t Stop… But It Should Have.

My mother was very sick for a long time. She already beat cancer once, but in January of 2017 (just at the mark of what would have been her five year remission) it came back. She had cervical cancer caused by the HPV virus, however this time it came back in her lymph nodes. I remember standing there in a state of numbness while the doctor’s voice sounded like something from an episode of the Peanuts cartoon (Charlie Brown), “wa wa wa” as she told my mother that she had 6-18 months to live.

She put up a good fight but around 13 months after her re-diagnosis she became sick with an infection. Her immune system couldn’t handle much more and she ended up being admitted to the hospital. Eventually she went into respiratory failure and became intubated. She spent the last 3 months of her life in the hospital, and the last 3 weeks of that on a ventilator. They knew that she was going to be on the ventilator long term, so after a couple days they trached her. There is much more about her condition that contributed to that, but that is for another time. However due to the tracheotomy she was moved to a specialty hospital that was an hour away from our home town.

Between my brother, dad, grandfather, and myself we did our best to make sure that she was never alone. She was awake and very much aware. Often times she was capable of making her own decisions and could communicate with a dry erase board that I bought her. We got to spend a lot of quality time together, and I was really good a reading her lips. She was impressed with how well I could read her lips, because we were able to have full fluid conversations without the dry erase board for the most part. Little did she realize that I was able to read her lips long before she was in that condition. She was, and still is, my greatest idol, of course I could read her lips, I have been watching her in admiration before I could talk. Anyways, we never wanted her to be alone because her anxiety was very bad. One night when I stayed with her she asked me to make up my hospital chair bed right next to her bedside so that we could hold hands while we slept. I did, and I will always cherish that.

We were fortunate to get the chance to celebrate one last Easter together, and my 29th birthday too. On Easter my husband and I brought the kids up to see her, the whole family was there. We had taken the kids shopping the day before and made her an Easter basket full of goodies. The kids got to dye Easter eggs with her, fake ones that we can hold dear forever. For my birthday we got a cake (per her request) and we all met her up at the hospital to celebrate together. She was able to eat things of a certain consistency, so she enjoyed some jello while we had cake. We shared the left over cake with the hospital staff. My mom was so happy for this. There’s nothing she loved more than spending time with her family, especially getting to see her grand-kids.

Late one night after my husband and I had a wonderful visit with mom that day, I was at home sleeping when I got a phone call. It was 2 in the morning, and I knew that only meant bad news. My brother had stayed that night with my mom, but it was my dad that called me. He told me that my brother had called him and said we’d better get up there, that mom was passing away. My heart sank and I quickly jumped in my car. I must have cut that hour drive down to 40 minutes at least. When I got there she was still awake, but she was fading fast. I grabbed onto her hand and said, “mamma I’m here. I love you!” I read her lips and she said, “love you”. At a loss for words I said it again, “I love you”, and again she said, “love you”. Then she mouthed a word that even I had a hard time making out, but upon reflection I believe she said, “always”, and that was the last thing my beautiful mother ever said.

Shortly after I got there they gave her some medication to keep her comfortable, without pain, and help her to not be anxious. After that she became very relaxed. I held one of her hands and my brother held onto the other. We talked to her, and to each other. At one point she squeezed both of our hands very tightly, as if to tell us she was still there. I know she meant it as a hug goodbye.

My grandfather showed up and said a prayer over her. He couldn’t stand to stay and watch his little girl die, so my brother offered to walk him to his car. My dad took over holding her hand, the one that my brother was holding. As we both held her hands, we were talking about how we were partially glad for her that her suffering was coming to an end. With that my mom took one last breath and let it out, almost like a sigh of relief, and she was gone. At 5 o’clock in the morning on April 11th 2018, right in the palm of my hand my mommy left this world, and went home to be with Jesus. It’s amazing when you watch someone die, you realize how our bodies are really just shells for our souls. When she let out that breath her skin felt different almost immediately, her color changed, and I knew that she had left her body. What laid before me was a beautiful empty shell where my mother used to reside. I don’t care what anyone believes, but you cannot experience something like that without coming to the conclusion that there is definitely something- somewhere beyond us. I call it Heaven, but whatever you want to call it, its real.

As soon as she took her last breath my brother came back in. I was sad for him that he missed it, but if I know my mom (and I do) I really believe that she waited for him to step out so she could go. He was her baby, and she didn’t want him to see that. He rushed to her side and reclaimed the hand my dad kept warm for him. Eventually the nurses came in and offered to “make her look more comfortable” if we would step out for a moment. I just remember my brother not wanting to let go of her hand, because he said he didn’t want it to get cold. That shattered my already broken heart.

When my brother was ready we left the room, and went to sit in his car to wait. While we sat in the car in the silence of disbelief, the sun began to rise. The sun coming out felt like a slap in the face, like someone rubbing salt in the wound. That’s when it hit me… My whole world just stopped, yet the world around me was going to go on like nothing happened. How? How is it possible to keep going on like that? How can I rise up like the sun for a new day? How?

Charlene Dawne Stewart, she made it 15 months after her diagnosis. She was only 46 years young. November 18, 1971 – April 11, 2018.

This is my journey to finding out “how” to be me without her.

My Top 5 reasons for Homeschooling

First let me start with a little disclaimer. This is an opinion post, my personal reasons for homeschooling. If you don’t agree that’s fine and I am in no way stating that my reasons should be taken into account for every family. My convictions are mine.

So, my children weren’t always home schooled, in fact my oldest did public school for four years. He loved it at first, and so did my daughter who did two years in the public school system. So why did we jump ship? Here are my top five reason that my family quit public school and boarded the home school bus… (get it “school bus”? Okay… bad joke.)

  1. State standards- If you’re like me then you don’t come from a home school background at all, and the idea of getting away from state standards is actually quite frightening. In public education we grow up believing that everyone has to meet the same state standards to achieve any level of success in life. Like, how can you amount to anything if you don’t know the same 4th grade vocabulary words as everyone else, right?

    The problem for me when it comes to state standards is that it is like a one size fits all education policy. State standards don’t leave much room for students who have a different learning style. For my family state standards were not a good fit. Especially when our state adopted Common Core, which is being adopted by many states. In fact if you do a quick Google search you’ll discover that “Forty-two of the fifty U.S. states and the District of Columbia are members of the Common Core State Standards Initiative”. Going further it seems that the only states left that haven’t adopted common core are Oklahoma, Texas, Virginia, Alaska, Nebraska, Indiana, and South Carolina (insert surprise face emoji)! I could go on about common core, but that’s another post all of it’s own.

    That being said, the only two options for anyone to get away from state standards are either the private school option, or the home school option. Personally, at the time that I first became convicted about making the switch, private school was not an option for us ($$$) so home school became a serious consideration. There are many wonderful home school curricula to choose from that do not follow state standards and can be adjusted to meet the standards of your family!
  2. The health of my children- This one is definitely specific to my family. First of all, my daughter deals with a few different health issues. She is severely asthmatic, she has eczema and several allergies. Mainly the big one is her anaphylactic allergy to peanuts. The school that my children attended was not peanut free, which would have been okay if they had some sort of policy in place to protect the children who suffer from severe peanut allergies, but they didn’t.

    Every day at lunch my daughter was sat at the same table as all of her classmates, and all the glory of their PB&J’s. We even had incidents of other children taunting her with their peanut butter covered fingers, waving them in her face in the annoying “I’m not touching you” kind of manner. Her allergy is so severe that if she even touches an object that another child touched who ate peanut butter, she will have a reaction. Let me put it this way, for children to be waving their peanut contaminated fingers in her face is the equivalence to pointing a loaded gun at her. If you’re a good parent and you teach your children gun safety (ie. don’t point guns at people) do me a favor and take a moment to teach your children the dangers of anaphylactic allergies. You may think I am being dramatic if you can’t relate. It wouldn’t be the first time I have encountered this response. I once had a mom (we’ll call her Janice) exclaim to me that her daughter has a lactose intolerance and can’t have milk and that I was just being dramatic. To which I replied “Okay Janice, your child gets a tummy ache, my child CAN DIE!” Please people, for the love of all things good in the world, learn the difference between an intolerance and an allergy.

    The school policy also would not let her have her EpiPen, on her. Which I understood that it was for the safety of other children, but for my daughter this meant that if she had a reaction she had to try to get all the way to the nurses office at the front of the school, by which time she could be in anaphylactic shock.

    Also, her teacher was another one who did not understand or take her allergy seriously. According to that schools policy, although the school couldn’t be peanut free, the classroom that contains a peanut allergy is supposed to be peanut free. Her teacher did not enforce this and every day students were bringing peanut snacks anyways. Finally toward the end of the year she put up a peanut free sign on the door just to appease me, but even still she did not enforce it. The fact that even the small policy that the school did have in place was not even being enforced was enough for me to figure out that the only way I could keep my child safe was to keep her home.

    Moving on to my oldest son. He always struggled a little bit in reading, and fell behind because of it quite a bit. He was the one who really made me realize the error of state standards and how to some kids (kids like my son) they can be more harmful than helpful. He is a brilliant boy, he just learns differently then the “standard” child. Its also no secret to anyone who has ever spent five minutes with him that he has a very hard time focusing for very long. Eventually in about first grade we talked to his teacher about the possibility of him having A.D.D. By second grade we had a diagnosis. This didn’t come as a surprise to us because I myself have A.D.D. and it is thought to be hereditary.

    After the diagnosis I met with his teacher to talk about any possible extra help that the school may have available to him. Possibly some special reading class for kids like him with learning disabilities, or just in general a hard time learning. She informed me that day that the school has no such program for the kids, no special class, no tutoring, no after school programs, nothing. She told me that the school policy only offers extra help to kids after they fail the third grade. Wait a minute? So they will push my kid along even though he is struggling, let him fail the third grade and THEN they will offer him the help that he’s obviously needed since kindergarten… got it… No, not okay. So other than everything that his teacher could do for him within her power, and the best efforts we could do for him at home, the only other option that the school left me with was going to be to medicate my child.

    Now, I am not anti-medication, in fact some days I still consider it (sarcasm). But that is not the road that I wanted to take for him. This was another deciding factor that pushed me to consider homeschooling as an alternative to what was offered in the public school system. I wanted to explore other learning styles to help him learn before pushing pills on him if I could help it. Which by the way he is now no longer struggling in reading and is doing pretty well in his school work!
  3. Freedom from schedules- Another thing that was appealing to me about homeschooling was that my family would have the freedom to take school with us wherever we go. This means that we could visit Disney when it’s not so crowded if we want to. We can take a day trip to the beach if we choose. The kids can stay the night at grandma’s house on a week day. You name it, the world is ours for exploring. We also don’t need doctors notes when the kids have sick days, and we never have to worry about truancy because of the many days my daughter has to spend seeing specialty doctors, who only schedule kids during school hours (I’ll never understand this by the way). When my daughter was in public school, in kindergarten I literally got a call from the truancy officer to let me know that even though most of her absences have been excused for illness, her name had come across his desk. Wow, even with excused absences I could have possibly faced a penalty for my child missing school because I have to prioritize her health? My bad, for keeping her alive I guess… I was pretty shocked.

    Now, just because we are not bound by scheduling around a traditional school year, doesn’t mean that we don’t have routine. We may not have to do school every day, but we do have a general flow of how we do things and for the most part we stick to it.
  4. They’re MY kids- In the midst of my battle with the public school system, I began to feel as if I had no control over what happened with my children’s education (and from some aspects even their well being, see number 2). I couldn’t wrap my brain around the concept of giving birth to these kids, raising them up this far to the best of my abilities, teaching them everything they know, and then just relinquishing them over to the public school system as if it was my debt to be paid to society or something. To me the public school system ties parents hands behind their backs. No matter how involved you are, the state standards and school policies won’t change for your kid. The more I had no say, the more I felt this way, and the more I considered homeschooling. It just made the most sense. If I wanted to have a say in my children’s education, I had to take matters into my own hands.
  5. Jesus- Like I said in the disclaimer, this is an opinion piece so if this isn’t your belief that is okay. I understand that not everyone believes the same way, and I am okay with the public school system not teaching Christianity in school. As a Christian I wouldn’t appreciate someone teaching my children the ways of other world religions, so I get it. However it is important to me that my children have a Christ centered education. Again, the only way for that to happen is to enroll in private school or go with the home school option. However if that is not your thing, there are plenty of secular home school curricula to choose from as well. Personally Jesus is a part of our every day life, in everything we do, and it just didn’t feel right to me that we upheld this standard in our family except when it came to education. My kids now get to learn math, science, language arts, social studies, AND BIBLE, something that would not be offered to them otherwise. That matters to me, it just does.

So these are my top five reasons that I chose to home school. I’m sure I probably forgot something important, but hey I can come back if I need to. Let me know what you think in the comments. If you are a home school parent, I would love to hear your reasons! Are they different from mine, or do we share a reason or two? Let me know in the comments!

Under Attack!

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I haven’t posted in a long time. Ever since my mom was diagnosed with cancer earlier this year, I have avoided the blog. I have decided that I really need to pick right back up. If you look around, you’ll notice some changes to the blog (and more to come) I am embarking on some fun adventures these days. But that will be another post, announcement pending.

Tonight’s post is going to be one that I have been dreading to post, the very reason I haven’t posted in so long. As a matter of fact it is hard for me to even form the words needed for this post. The things bouncing around in my head aren’t exactly easy to articulate, they’re more like feelings, so bare with me…

This year has been the worst year of my entire life, bar none. From my mom’s cancer, to my own mysterious health problems, other family emergencies, and every day there is seemingly something else. From an outsiders perspective it probably doesn’t look that bad. In fact I have accomplished a lot of great things this year, and from what people tell me I seem to be holding together very well! I get complimented all the time about how “strong” I am. I continue to push that on. I try not to complain often (hens the absence of posts), and when people ask me how I am doing I almost always answer with a “good” or “I’m doing alright!” But the truth is, I am not doing alright.

I have battled with diagnosed clinical depression and anxiety for the last decade. No one would really know it these days, because with the help of the Lord and great support of friends and doctors I considered myself to have overcome my depression, for at least the last 3-4 years. What does that mean exactly? Well, to put it simply I suppose I would say that for the last 3-4 years I have been able to live my life without the feeling of a thousand pound weight sitting on my chest.

I started feeling my depression sneaking back in a few months ago. It feels like you’re treading in deep dark waters, struggling to keep your head above the water while everyone just watches you drown… Believe me I have tried so hard to pray it away, unfortunately all that has seemed to accomplish is making me question if my faith is strong enough, because the dark and empty won’t stop. I haven’t said anything to anyone. I feel like as an outspoken Christian woman, I am supposed to set an example or something. People come to me for prayer, and what if they know that I struggle? I sit and minister to women weekly and what if they know that I can’t even help myself? How can they trust me? Am I a fraud? If people know, they’ll look at me differently… These are some of the thoughts that attack me, and hold me back from reaching out, from seeking help.

The truth is I know that I am not alone. I can’t be. Especially in the Christian community, I think a lot of us feel this way. Scared to talk about things, but we NEED to talk! Jesus said, “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” (Matthew 7:7) Obviously Jesus is telling us to speak up when we are in need, so why wouldn’t we? Why shouldn’t I? I firmly believe that these thoughts that we can’t reach out for help in fear of judgment (or any other reason) are a tactic of the enemy. It is his intention to get us isolated, if we believe we are alone then we are easier for him to devour. Just like any predator will go after the straggler of a herd, the loner, the one that falls behind. Think animal kingdom, anytime you see a lion sink it’s teeth into a gazelle it’s always the one that the lion was able to isolate from the herd. Did you know that a single herd of gazelles can have up to 700 members in it? Still the lion will attack even when it is outnumbered. Think about that for a moment. No matter how big your church is, no matter how strong your faith is, if the enemy can isolate you, he will attack! No one is exempt from this.

So as my counter attack on the enemy, I am speaking out! I am not alone. I know there are others out there wanting to do the same, and I am here to tell you that you are not alone either. Despite what you think, people care… I care. God cares! I like to always think that God has a purpose for my pain. I don’t believe that He causes my pain, but I do believe that He won’t waste my suffering. If God can use my struggle to minister to someone I always allow myself to be used by the Lord. Maybe this post is His way of doing that, I dunno. But, what I do know is that I am suffering right now, and if you are too don’t be afraid to ask for help! I have overcome this before, and because of that I know that what God does one time, He will do it again.

One last thought before I go off to bed. If you know someone who struggles with depression, just be there for them. The other day I had a complete melt down. I mean, ugly crying okay. I was in that isolation and having terrible thoughts. I called my cousin in Hawaii (even though it was like 5 in the morning for her) and she stayed on the phone with me for nearly 4 hours (on and off). She isn’t a therapist or anything, she didn’t have magic words to make it all go away, but just by being on the phone with me, listening to me, and encouraging me, she really helped me off of a cliff that day. You don’t have to understand, you don’t even have to fix it, just be there.

Love you all,
Alyssa Joan

Madness on the home front!

Things around here have been super crazy! With my mom’s diagnoses and me being away from home, and now my middle kid has come down with strep (yikes time to Lysol everything!) I have been overflowing everyone with bad news and of course fundraising up to my eyeballs. So for a happy change of pace I am going to bring back my amusing blog post’s (which so far all seem to be about baby Alex… he might just be my problem child).

So you ever hear the saying “when the cat is away the mice will play”? Ha! Yeah! That’s an understatement 😉  While I was gone in the hospital with my mom, my husband Mark was holding down the fort. At one point I stopped in to get some things and snagged these photos, well, they speak for themselves, lol.

God bless this man for real! He has been a super big help to me! And even though the baby is covered in marker and getting into the silverware drawer while I was away, I am just super glad the hubs didn’t bathe him in the toilet! Lol!

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