The hardest part of YOUR homeschool year: A reader linkup

The hardest part of your homeschool year: a reader linkup
Written by Jamie Martin of Simple Homeschool and Steady Mom

Sometimes the image of homeschooling online appears bright, peaceful, and glittery.

Very much opposite of real-life homeschooling, which can be loud, messy and downright difficult at times.

This summer we’ve written about what makes homeschooling hard: from homeschooling with depression, to homeschooling an angry child, to homeschooling teens and much more.

As a site whose mission is to “deliver regular doses of homeschooling inspiration, confidence, and freedom to parents worldwide,” my contributors and I feel like it’s important to write vulnerably–so you know you aren’t alone.
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Homeschooling through disruption: The hardest part of Melissa’s homeschool year

Homeschooling through disruption
Written by Melissa Camara Wilkins

I thrive on peace and calm and intention and purpose. I like to meet needs and meet goals, to make progress and make things work. Our days are fluid, but there’s “fluid” and then there’s “melted into a pile of goo.” I prefer the former.

Disruption, in other words, is not my favorite thing.

Last year, when we were trying to move to a new house in the middle of the school year, I mostly wanted to hide until the whole thing was over.

We live in an area where the housing market could best be described as “utterly insane.” Every morning we would open an app to look for new dots representing homes in our area, then send virtual messages begging to see those houses before anyone else did.

The whole thing seemed a lot like playing the worst video game ever, and when you won, you would get the joy of complete life upheaval. So that was great.

The hardest part of my homeschool year

We don’t hope to move often, but life throws plenty of other disruptions at us all the time, doesn’t it? Here’s what helps us cope with ours.

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Going beyond ‘I love you’ to build up a soul


Written by Rachel Macy Stafford of Hands Free Mama

When I began my Hands Free journey five years ago, I did it to free myself from the external distractions, internal pressures, and unrealistic societal standards that prevented me from truly living.

But there was an unexpected result: As my distracted ways lessened, my loving ways increased—tenfold.

For the first time in my life I saw a direct correlation between my undivided presence and my ability to love my people in ways that most nurtured them. When I was in their presence, I studied them. I listened to them. I watched their faces when I used certain words and tones.

I noted what words brought sighs of relief … surges of confidence … and glows of acceptance.

I vowed to say those words more.

I also noted what words brought shame … disconnection … pain … and silence. I vowed to say those words less. Over time, I collected quite a powerful list of words that helped me love my people in ways that helped them thrive.

Like sunlight and water to a plant, these words nourished the deepest parts of their human hearts and fostered growth in all areas of their lives. Hence, I called them Soul-Building Words.

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Choosing the right path: The hardest part of Anne’s homeschooling year

Written by Anne Bogel of Modern Mrs. Darcy

This month, we’re beginning our sixth year of homeschooling.

We’re more or less ready to begin: we have our plan in place, our curriculum ordered, our daily rhythm mostly mapped out. We’re all ready to hit the ground running, kids and parents.

That’s because the big decisions are already made.

The hardest part of my homeschool year

I’m serene about our school plans now, but a few months ago I was a mess, thinking so hard about all our mix and match options for the coming year you could practically see my angsty thoughts swirling above my head. [Read more…]

Homeschooling & homesteading: The hardest part of Rachel’s homeschool year


Written by Rachel Wolf of Clean.

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to live on a small homestead, tucked away in the hills in some quiet corner of Wisconsin. I longed for an old red barn when I lived in an apartment in the city; dreamed of sheep when I was a non-knitting vegetarian.

Why? I can’t explain it. I grew up in the suburbs for goodness’ sake.

When I was ten my only life goal was to live on a farm with my best friend, raise pigs for show, and have a house filled with pets. Fast-forward thirty-some years and most of that dream has come true.

I live with my best friend (my husband) on a small farm in Wisconsin. While we don’t raise pigs, we do have forty-some animals in our care. Or maybe it’s fifty. Frankly I’ve lost count.


Aside from our two homeschooled children, in our charge are six quail, nine ducks, dozens of laying hens, and (until last weekend) eighty (that’s 8-0) meat birds. Add to this our fifteen sheep, five goats, a fledgling fruit orchard, a gaggle of house pets, and a big vegetable garden and there are days when I question my sanity.

The hardest part of my homeschool year

There are days I can’t seem to locate anything that even resembles my sanity.

With milking and fencing and weeding and canning and mucking and tending – time is often thin.

And I wonder, “I’m supposed to ‘do school’ when?”

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