The End Is Also A Beginning

Today a part of me died. The idealism I held for so long finally took its last breath on me. I never thought it was possible to go on without what I have come to identify as my core belief system. Apparently life do go on with or without it... RIP my heart. You will be missed.

Draw. Write. Now.

When I was homeschooling Sophie, I did Draw.Write.Now with her almost daily. It was a fun way to do penmanship and she got to learn how to draw. Now it is Alfee's turn. Although Alfee is still in kindergarten now, he is around the same age as Sophie when she started on this. I miss teaching Sophie, honestly. It was really very fulfilling while it lasted. Nowadays, I hardly teach her. I only jump in if she can't cope with the topic, especially Maths. And usually there would be a huge meltdown that fires through her emotional brain up to her higher thinking brain before any learning can be done.

Alfee is totally different from her. He's pleasant and obliging even though he takes a bit more time and effort to grasp the concepts. Of course he also has his attention and impulse issues that make teaching him a challenge. I don't know how much longer I can hold on for the kids. My health is failing me fast and there is still so much more work to be done on them.

Alfee's Official Chapter Book

I always worry that Alfee isn't the reader like Sophie. By 4, she was reading independently. Alfee prefers to run and jump although he's starting to show more interest in books lately. In fact, he's asking me to sit and listen to him read. Today, he read me the whole book of Hey Jack! that I had borrowed from the library. Even though it was a very easy and thin book, and there were words he couldn't read on his own, I am super proud of him. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay awake long enough. I was simply too tired. I fell asleep towards the end and he didn't mind at all.