We discovered a visitor in our backyard yesterday and the boys became immediately obsessed with making him feel welcome. They made sure he had water and shade and toys (twigs and a ball!) to play with. They were very accommodating.
When I experience moments like these, all the doubt about the homeschooling lifestyle is melted away. Here my boys are, in their own backyard, learning, observing, seeking knowledge in the most simple of ways. If this little frog had hopped his way into a classroom, chaos would have ensued and the teachers would have been shaking their heads, annoyed by the distraction, and rightly so. I've spent many precious minutes of instruction time chasing away crickets, lizards and dogs-yes dogs.
But because our home, our life, our world is our classroom, this isn't a distraction. This is learning. This is an opportunity for impromptu lessons on amphibians, the life cycle of a frog or GERMS. And even if we don't discuss any of those things, this is a memory-a memory that wouldn't happen if Max were to head off to school in a few short weeks. Moments like this erase all the self-doubt and make me feel incredibly lucky that I can make memories like this everyday.