My chilren and their homeschooling...

So, this evening as i was getting stuff together for the rest of the weeks homeschooling for my two older girls, I took a peek into their sketch books that I allow them to draw and color in when theyve finished their work. Let me just say that I almost cried happy tears when I flipped through the pages...ALL of the pages had blues, greens, yellows, reds...flowers, butterflies, rainbows, birds...and many of the pictures they drew were of me and them doing things together....seperately of course, done on several separate occasions independently of each other. They drew happy smiling faces on every single page, every single sketch, drawing, stick figure etc that they had drawn. This gives me such validation that my girls are truly, wonderfully, outstandingly happy. And it makes me realize that I am raising them to be the happy little girls that I so long for them to be.

Its always been my hearts desire to have them grow up happy and glad to be alive and not afraid of anything...unlike the not so happy light that I grew up, with terrible abuse, neglect and emotional trauma. I was never loved on, never hugged or kissed unless it was in front of the rest of my family to put on airs...I always dreaded being home because it was terrible...One example that I can clearly remember was being at school at lunch...As I saw my friends at school eating lovingly packed home lunches, I would rifle through my bag for the couple of dollars my mother would throw at me in the mornings because she didnt care enough to get out of bed to make my lunch like every one elses mother so that I could choose something to eat from the cafeteria food...I dont want my girls to grow up like that so i make it a point to love on them, constantly and consistently tell them I love them on an hourly basis, play with them, show them i am GLAD and HAPPY to be their mother.

Which is why I was so happy and excited to see their artwork...it validates that Im doing something right.

And if you ask them "do you think your mommy is a good Mommy?" and theyll say with voices loud and proud a resounding "YES!!!" They are constantly telling me how much they love me, miss me ( even when Im sitting in the same room with them) and are always running out from where ever they may be to hug and kiss and love on me...I call it "fly by loving" :)

I must be doing something right. :)