Yesterday was our first day back into the groove of our homeschooling. After a little over a month break to enjoy the pool my husband planed and built It was finally time to get back into the groove of routine. With a three week pause to deal with our new rental company we finally pushed through and through determination we succeeded. Through Hell and high water I was bound to not let another day pass without our focus being on school work. This year is going to be a little different. For years we have have to randomly place learning between therapy of one, then two, then three kiddos, here and there after school activities. This will be our first year to focus on us and our family dynamic. With constantly in survival mode and the need to do all things we all burnt out and began to tear apart at the seams. Kids were fighting, we lost our routine, we longed for family time and togetherness. The kids weren't happy constantly sitting, cooped up in the van throughout the week during therapy and I began to let things slip due to just not having the mentality to handle anymore. My husband and I had discussed dropping therapy altogether multiple times. Yet each time we felt it was needed, so we continued to walk the walk. It took a pandemic to let me see the light. I began having more time to enjoy sitting in the comfort of our home to interact with my children. To realize all they needed was more time. More time reading with me, more time being loved, more time with each other to help them grow.
It took my mother and husband jokingly stating that my accent may also be what was holding the children back with their therapy. I never thought of it before. My husband works for DHL, so he spends a lot of time listening to a GPS navigation. Oh numerous occasions other co workers wondered what was wrong with his GPS. It talks funny. Well my husband has altered the voice to that of a British accent so that he will listen more to the directions. As he explains if you her your spouse you listen, so he changes the accent to sound more like that of my dialect so that he would pay it more attention. Having been in the states for years I thought I had started to sound more like the southern women around me. (Yes I say ya'll, I've been in the south far too long not to) But never realized I still had am accent. The kids and my husband started joking with my pronunciations of potatoes, tomatoes, and kept repeating them. Then saying what is that haha. They started to jokingly play with google between American English and British pronunciations to so me the difference and recording my version to show me yes there's still a very real accent present.
Seeing as that I don't speak much with the kids therapists, I don't think it ever came up that the kids would naturally take more after me. The younger the kids the more pronounced. The older boys spent more time with multiple family members, the younger me.
It took my family playing with me, and for a few of the kids to highlight PO-TA-TOES for me to hear myself. My mum also mentioned when I do my read-a-loud with the kids it comes out more, seeing that I'm more focused on the words than my speech.
To know that the therapist were correcting something that didn't need correcting. Like that of wanting to correct a left handed person to that of a right. Neither party knew. (I've been there Lefty)
Besides working on speech, which will happen in time, more reading, more one on one time, more communications and drama background here I can practice with the younger kiddos. I have worked out a new routine for us to follow. This year we'll be doing an A/B scheduling between Literature/math and History/Science. Each kiddo has their own courses per their interests as well. Latin, ASL, Mythology, Spanish, coding, homesteading, youtubing, photography
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