Sometimes I wish I would’ve documented more of our homeschool era. I had an instagram account before this current one where I would occasionally post pictures of our life that included the kids. I could’ve posted so many more. We had all of the things that an instagram homeschool account could’ve offered. The nature. The colorful and stimulating schoolroom that was also cozy and ordered. The number of children that kept the pictures and our day to day lives full and busy.

At some point I started to feel like posting pictures of my kids was an invasion of their privacy, or was an exploitation of their lives. They had not asked to be cute fodder for my pretty squares. And honestly I don’t remember ever intentionally using them as such, or even trying to have pretty squares. I was simply sharing what was beautiful at a time when left and right I was surrounded by beauty and purpose and joy and deep fulfillment. I knew it wouldn’t last but for a long time it did.

So I am grateful for that. I never felt it was my place to be teaching moms how to do it. My only academic standard was to stay on par with grade level in case I ever died or for some unforeseen reason they would need to go back to school. That was never voiced to them. For most of them this worked well. I did have one who struggled more and learned to read when he was older. I made him do his work when he should’ve been in the story corner with me. I would change that if I could.