I have been a stay-at-home mom for twenty-eight years. Next week I start my twenty-fourth year of teaching my children at home. Josiah was born into a homeschool family; he nursed through older siblings' math lessons and overheard first, second, and third grade reading lessons all the same year while playing in his high chair. He was the youngest before Nathaniel and is a senior in high school this fall.

Both Joe and I reap the benefits that he has never known family life apart from homeschool life. For us, there has always been a blurring of what is daily living as a Rankin kid and what is homeschool; Joe has always known his parents, and mother specifically, to carry the duel roles of parent and educator. There were no "before we started homeschooling" habits or relationship patterns to overcome.

We had our first snow today!

All morning I wanted to get Nathaniel outdoors, but it wasn't until after his nap that it happened. When adding the second layer it occurred to me that I didn't know if the trach goes in the coat or stays out? Do I zip the coat tight to his chin? In the end, I zipped and went out. Just keeping the hat and mittens and boots on was challenge enough. (Snow pants? Didn't I buy those last fall? Where did they go?)

We spent last week with my extended family.  My brothers and I are scattered around the United States now, but every year we meet in our home town, Lakeside, Ohio.