today was the back to school-homeschool for the boys..we had a great day! very “old school” back to school style…devotion, a little math, some old- some new, a dash of phonics a couple of read alouds and a walk outside to explore critters “close to the ground”
you know? where ants, worms, termites and all other slimy, nasty things that little boys crave can be found…
speaking of old school…..
I absolutely loved school growing up. I attended a small county school that was just across the city line until my boyfriend moved to the city school when we were in the third grade and I begged to follow him. But that’s another story for another day. Momma and Aunt Susan took turns getting all of us girls rounded up each morning-which could easily vary from 5 to 7 on any given day..depending who was ready OR NOT and would have to be taken in late. To all of my prior employers, my tardiness runs deep…(definitely hereditary) ..The county bus couldn’t come as far out as houses (that were’ actually trailers- who knew there was a difference? surely not us:) So momma or Aunt Susan would take us to the service station at the top of the mountain and we’d unload like a herd of clowns out of a circus car hollerin’ “WE’RE HERE! WE’RE HERE! PLEASE DONT’ LEAVE” ..by the hair of our chinny-chin-chin we’d slide in, all smiles & grateful we’d made it-one more day!
Did I mention I LOVED school?!
My Kindergarten teacher ranked right up there with the angels as far as I was concerned…My second grade teacher smiled all day, everyday in spite of the fact there were just under 30 of us in her class-including a red-headed boy named “Rowdy” who was extremely R-O-W-D-Y!..Third grade rocked my world. Country girls came to town. Mrs. Benn was my third grade teacher. A class act full of grace. I loved her. In fourth grade I said “YES!” to a cute blue eyed boy with curly blonde hair in our class’s “Indian Wedding”. We divorced or broke up or whatever fourth graders do right after the bell. I attended my first funeral in the fifth grade. My teacher’s husband passed away. He was the first one I had known to be taken by cancer. Sixth grade a milestone FOR SURE. My very first BFF, Deana Lynn. Love her more today than I did then…I also found out that year that…
SANTA was my parents I didn’t talk to momma for 3 days after I found out. Broke my heart. #stillworkingthroughit
7th-9th grades a TOTAL hormonal blur..I won’t torture you with the details
Tenth grade health class with Coach Billy Colburn was life changing for me. A former football coach & a wrestling coach who loves Jesus and wasn’t afraid to talk to you about Him. To know him is to respect him. I struggle to find the words to describe what he means to me and my family. He lost his precious daughter that year. She was a year older than me. A DELIGHT to know. A smile that lit up the room. A laugh that was infectious! The whole town attended her funeral. A day, a life -we will never forget.
11th grade my mind was mush and the only year I barely remember…The skinny, quiet cowboy that stole my heart the summer before probably had something to do with my inability to focus and learn and remember anything other than , love and love and mushy, gushy love.
SENIORS at last! and yet looking back it was all but a flash. Senior play, parades, parties, pep rallies and all the other things LAST YEAR’s are made of….
so as it turns out
it really is true….
“All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten.”
“Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned.
Share everything. Play fair. Don’t hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don’t take things that aren’t yours. Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life-learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.
And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned-the biggest word of all – LOOK.
Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. ……
And it is still true, no matter how old you are-when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.” -Robert Fulghum