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  If anyone asked me if I would be one of those homeschooling Moms, my answer would have been . . .  absolutely not. Why would I do that when all our children are given an appropriate free education? I grew up in Southern California. We watched our mothers succeed and excel in careers outside of the home. We went to school and then on to college. We were the next generation of women! 

The purpose of this blog is not political in nature, however I will need to touch on what spurred our current situation. 

Our Christian family culture is dying. Our children are told they cannot pray or mention God. Our federal government has taken over all aspects of our personal and private lives from what happens in the bedroom, to our public schools and even down to what we eat. What has occurred in result of this is unhealthy but inexpensive foods, laced with hormones and other additives, history that has been altered, and our rights to worship our God slowly stripped down until we can hardly recognize who we are anymore. 

SO . . . we have decided that it is our responsibility to raise our own children in a traditional household. This decision did not come easily as I did not want to give up my job, the little "me" time I had, etc. God put it on my heart and two weeks later, we dropped out of school, quit my job and started school . . . in our living room. 

This blog is going to be about our experiences, both triumphs and the trials. 

Our first week we stopped buying store bought meat and dairy, and started raw milk and GMO free locally grown beef. I began trying to bake. I say "trying" because . . . see below. Each day, the girls and I work on a baking project as part of their school curriculum. They learned recipe measurement and what happens when you do not follow the directions ( ;

 

The beauty of homeschool is that you decide what you want your children to learn and focus on. Our day begins with prayer and Bible study, includes all subjects, carefully tailored for their learning level, and ends with a healthy dose of Leave it to Beaver or a good movie classic. This is the first few months of our journey but already I have found that I am so very human in my selfishness of my time and my patience level. But they are patient with me. They love cuddling around the fireplace with a good book and being able to hug their teacher. This experience is making me a better Mom.