Our children are balanced in their demeanors and their souls radiate confidence. "That's how kids are supposed to be," our friends admire. Having mothered all three and learned the craft well, our approach is unconventional, though our philosophy's straightforward, "Believe in your best life."
We will homeschool our children to make all dreams possible---our tribe by our side, our children's dignity intact, and the freedom to decide exactly how we'll be enriched. To own acres of land would mean an ecosystem to indulge in, with creatures to investigate, new terrain to navigate, and nature's rhythms to weave into our own.
Tennessee's mild climate inspires plots for an "edible schoolyard" garden, its only assignment being, to awaken a taste for the earth. Young rangers riding shotgun with Daddy, shaping the grounds on his lawnmower; blackberry-stained fingers helping Momma crimp the pie crust, breakfast made special by serving it warmed.
Excursions into town, sights set on Dairy Queen, spirited Bluegrass beckoning us to its festival; someday, adolescent views tested before a crackling firepit, their voices a comfort as our newborn falls to sleep.
At ages five, three, and one, our children's memories are just being created and our rituals continue to evolve. But one thing is certain---we're prepared to succeed upon this foundation---my husband's woodshop a-buzzin', his meticulous eye and brilliant hands building craftsmanship into his furniture..., and me right beside him, a set of tools of my own, building a legacy of lives well-lived.
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