I’ve never had a time in my life where I wasn’t raising kids.
I married a widower with a small child when I was 18. I was an instant mom– no training, no experience, just me and a 4 year old and a lot of responsibility.
Then we had 6 kids of our own. I’d always wanted a big family and I had romantic dreams of what kind of life we’d lead and how I’d be the most awesome mom in the universe.
And then I grew up.
If you’re looking for a perfect mommy with a beautiful Pinterest-ready life with gorgeous photography and amazing crafting skills . . . uhhhh, sorry, this isn’t the right blog.
If you’re looking for someone who’s a little imperfect, a little overwhelmed, and a little crazy, well, have a seat and a glass of sweet tea, sugar, because you’ve come to the right place.
I homeschool, I try to raise my kids as best I can in the Catholic faith, I keep chickens and geese in the backyard, and I try to maintain a garden despite the baking Texas heat. My success at any of those things is sometimes questionable! But we’re a family and families soldier onwards, despite the heat, the flies, and phonics.
Right now, I have a 23 year old daughter, a 21 year old daughter, an 18 year old son, a 9 year old son, a 7 year old son, and a 2 year old son. My stepson is 28.
I’ve homeschooled my kids off and on since my step-son was in the third grade (way back in 1996. Eeep!) The only one of my kids who has been nonstop in the public school system is my 21 year old autistic daughter, who has been in special education since she was 3. She loves the routine. I love the break from caring for her. It’s a win-win, most of the time.
We homeschool our younger children with Mater Amabilis, a free Catholic oriented Charlotte Mason method. Mostly we read books and look up cool videos on Youtube and play outside. We are a low-key kind of homeschooling bunch. Now that the Adorable Baby is a toddler, we spend a lot of time chasing him around and thwarting his plans for world domination.
This is our life.