Home Education
I’ve been homeschooling for many years – since 2001! With five kids, I’ve been in it long enough to face challenges, hit walls, fail a lot, graduate kids, and still see so much fruit. I’m often asked questions about homeschooling – where do I start, what went wrong, why isn’t it working for us? I wrote a whole series walking you through some philosophy all the way down to the nitty gritty where the rubber meets the road so that I could hold your hand and walk with you and answer some of the questions I hear most often from you!
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I’ve been sharing here in my little digital corner of the world wide web since 2007! And, friend, I’d love to have you alongside! I share about our faith, my journey in homeschooling, my home, organization & planning, and I share some about the grief of having my husband withdrawn from our family and our wonderful life – and how God fills our days, comforts our sadness, and directs our steps forward. Subscribe and all my new posts and printables will land in your inbox! I never spam, and I never sell email addresses!
Here she is - the flagship of the @erincondren teacher planner line. Coiled in the new Sunrise, which is a metallic ombrĆ©, youāll also see the new vertical layout with WEEKENDS if you swipe through!
Launching May 7, base price $57.50.
What do you think of the new vertical layout?????? š
#ectp #ecteacherplanner #erincondrenteacherplanner
Are you ready to chat teacher planners??? Because I am!! ššš
The team at @erincondren reached out and offered to send me the new EC teacher planner, and I couldnāt resist when I heard about some of the changes since I had last seen them! Iām impressed!
I have not one, but TWO OF THE NEW RELEASES!! (There are 6!!! teacher planner options releasing!) You have a NEW vertical layout option choice now in the flagship ECTP, andā¦a homeschool planner! There are NEW coil options, NEW covers, and NEW accessories!
All the Erin Condren teacher planners launch May 7 for EC Insiders, so for now, letās just gush over the newness! š¤Æš„š„
PICTURED: the 2024/25 homeschool planner, designed and set up with the homeschooler in mind! As a 22 year homeschooler, I was impressed! The layout is familiar to me (I wish we had the new vertical layout as an option in the homeschool planner!), but I love that all the support pages are geared toward homeschoolers.
Iāll share the standard teacher planner with the vertical layout in a separate post! And thenā¦the new accessories!!! ššš
Whadya think?!?!?! Should I jump in stories, do a flip, and answer questions???
Thank you @erincondren for sharing with me so I could share with all of you!
#ectp #erincondrenteacherplanner #erincondrenhomeschoolplanner #ecteacherplanner #ecteacherlessonplanner
My best friend asked me last night if I had reinvented myself?
No.
But God has; He is making me new. This fire He sent has made me new. It burnt off the edges of self I was clinging to, and the visions of a future that can never be, while leaving in place a deep love and trust in God - a trust that grew every time He reached into my life miraculously to pull me forward or keep me from drowning.
And He worked from the inside out, surprising me at every turn. āYou think you want this?ā He would say. āIn my love for you and my perfect wisdom, I gift you *this*.ā And I would resist. And argue. And hide. And then He would invite me to bend gently around His plan. āCome to me,ā He would say. And finally. Slowly. I walked. And then He said, āI know the plans I have for you. Keep stretching.ā So I took risks - small at first, and then bigger. Until finally, He said, āThrough the fire. Through the parted sea.ā And I said, āYes. Come what may. I trust.ā
The rebuild is painful. Itās incomplete. And it is full of risk and pain and vulnerability and joy and happiness and shelter.
What it is missing is quicksand.
If you stretch you will avoid the quicksand that intense grief or intense suffering can bring. Iāve seen the quicksand. Iāve even been stuck in it for a while. If youāre there in the quicksand - listen for His voice and reach for His hand when He stretches toward you. āFor I know the plans I have for you,ā He will tell you. āI am in the business of parting seas - walk. Walk forward. Walk through the intense suffering in your life. I will part it. You will still feel it. Iām going to stretch you and ask you to take risks. Get up and walk. And I will show you the plans I have for you - plans to give you hope and a future.ā
And through that fire - the rebuild happens.
#therebuild #suffering #lifeafterloss #Godpartsthesea #throughthefire #survive #survivingloss #survivethenthrive #rebuilding #joyinthepain
Starting over.
Iām learning that nothing gets to be the same after loss. Nothing. And that includes homeschooling. Iām not sure why I have to keep relearning that lesson, but I do.
Nothing runs on the same tracks. Nothing moves the same. The chemistry of everything is different. And there is only one where there used to be a team of two. Iām learning and building new muscles and changing into a new person - in all things.
Becoming new means first acknowledging that nothing gets to be the same. And I sometimes have to remind myself of that reality multiple times a day - especially when Iām homeschooling and trying to plan or execute like I used to. It doesnāt work anymore. Even though I built a body of experience that can act as a rudder - a lot has to change.
So I line up the constants - the variables that donāt change. Like the need for ME to continue to see with the eyes of a child; to be open to wonder as a child is. And from thereā¦He helps me see how to make all things new. Even lesson plans. And expectations.
Starting over with eyes open to wonder.
#homeschooling #lessonplanning #wisdombeginsinwonder #homeeducation #startingover #homeschool #homeschoolplanning #grief #griefchangesyou #griefchangeseverything #lifeafterloss #soloparenting #soloparent #soloparentingishard
Lent begins.
The past two years Iāve ushered Lent in with open arms. Yes, Lord. Yes, to the cross. Yes, to Your Holy Will in my life. Yes, to surrender and pain. Butā¦could you make it easy for me, Lord? Or, lately for me its wicked sister rears her head - it involves no small amount of whining and complaining on my part. Why, Lord? Why canāt things ever be easy?
Surrender and ease. I guess these two could hold hands when it comes to the sweet joys and consolations that come from Godās mercy and love - babies, blessings, other gifts. Itās easy to surrender to those. But deprivation, being misunderstood, loneliness, and pain - those arenāt easy at all.
Thatās my incongruous prayer - surrender while longing for ease - and itās settled into the corners of my heart in a way that tends to show itself in many ways.
Iām giving up ground in my heart this Lent. Iām giving up the ground that keeps holding a place for ease, and keeps giving way to fear when it doesnāt show up.
God has been preparing my heart for so long. Preparing me for this walk. For this fruit. For this suffering. For this Lent. For this beautiful gift. And I receive these gifts like a ravenous toddler who gulps down grace and then whines when she has to do something with it. š«£
This Lent is about giving up ground for me. Itās about actively surrendering to the grace and accepting that the gifts of pain and pruning are for my good and the good of others if it pleases God. Iām giving up ground in my heart so that thereās room for a radical trust that can bear fruit. Eyes on the cross.
730 days. Two years of life - after. Itās still uncomfortable. Itās still grief. Itās still painful. Itās now mixed in with big heaping moments of joy. And the juxtaposition of those - grief and joy - feels like home now. Shifting in and out of grief into joy is seamless.
Itās hard to tell you grief is one wayā¦or anotherā¦because itās so unique to each person. Everyone warns you that getting through that first year - the year of firsts - is hard. And it is! But in many ways, year 2 tops it. Your person is still missing from all those milestones and itās not somehow āless painfulā having been through it once before. What year 2 is missing is the natural analgesic of shock that God mercifully gives you the first year. I remember more, feel deeper, and there is the added bonus of starting to forget his face, his voice, his touch - because itās been so long. Bonus round: youāre functioning because you have to, so almost everyone assumes you have moved on and have healed.
So those are the hard things. But God is working in the threads between moments of grief and joy, weaving His newness into raw and weary places. He works slowly. Quietly. Mysteriously. He works through people He sends as answered prayers, and through the gift of time. And the transformation in Christ continues, bringing unshakeable peace and radical courage to step out into His newness. The alternative is quicksand and itās perilously easy to get caught in.
730 daysā¦
ā¦worth of gratitude for a God Who keeps His promises.
ā¦worth of loving my children through trauma.
ā¦worth of learning how to love Rob in a whole different way.
ā¦worth of burying my life, hopes, and dreams and letting them go.
ā¦worth of finding out who I am - made new.
ā¦worth of learning to do things I hate.
ā¦worth of discovering new hopes and dreams for a future I never saw coming and didnāt want.
ā¦worth of beginning again.
Nunc coepi. Psalm 77:10. Now, I begin.
#2yearsafter #loss #spouseloss #widow #widowlife #lifeafterloss
I donāt know about you, but I like to know things. I like to plan. I like to know where Iām going, how Iām gonna get there, and as a mom, I have a need to know everyoneās gonna be ok when I get there.
Maybe itās my temperament, or my mom nature, or the initial loss of footing after having lost husband/provider/protector. Maybe itās the planner in me. š Maybe itās all of the above.
But life doesnāt work that way. And thatās where faith rises up to meet the unknown road ahead.
In George Macdonaldās The Princess and the Goblin, Princess Irene is given a mystical ring by her grandmother. Tied to this ring is an exquisitely thin but strong thread. In times of trouble Irene could find the thread and follow it home, but is warned that following the thread may not always be simple or straightforward. This thread saved Irene, but not without a harrowing adventure requiring trust!
We all make plans. I did. I married and planned to grow old with the man that I loved, that fell in love with me and created children with me, and I planned to lean on him, rest with him, love and be loved by him, and follow that thread to a time we could be content with our work here.
Godās thread in our life never stopped its beautifully ordered stretch, but the trajectory I was expecting veered wildly to the fixed and ordered path God desired. And it was shocking at first. Thatās not where my eyes were originally focused. How could I know things now? How could I know anything?
I found myself out of any kind of familiar territory. Which, really, was Godās plan all along. He wants me to quit trying to look so far down the path and start clinging to that thread of *right now*. He wants me to take the next step without knowing anything about the road ahead.
Thy word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my paths. Psalm 118: 105
You know what strikes me about that verse? The lamp is for the next step forward - like Ireneās thread followed hand over hand. It doesnāt illuminate the future. I was never meant to know those things - Iām just supposed to follow the thread to Him, and He will illuminate my path, one step at a time. Fiat.
Twenty-seven years ago today a very scared Jen became a mom. I remember being in labor and transitioning and, petrified, I looked up at Rob and told him I actually was not going to be able to do this. I was not coping well, and in fact, not going to be able to deliver this baby. And he looked right in my eyes and said something that etched and seered my memory, and that I have replayed again and again so that he could continue to encourage me whenever I feel I am facing the impossible.
He said, āJen, you have no choice. Thereās no way around this. Straight through.ā ā¤ļø And with his resolve I focused.
Within minutes Sarah was in our arms. She was the first treasure he ever gave me, but not the last.
Sarah is now a beautiful mom, one of my dearest friends, and still her dadās treasure! And I couldnāt be prouder of her. ā¤ļø
Happy birthday, sweetheart! ā¤ļø
He asked me to keep his birthday quiet so donāt tell him I shared his pic with yāall, ok?
Heās 19 today. 19. ā¤ļø
The last 2 of those 19 years he walked through fire. Heās stronger, more capable, has grown from a boy to a man, and reminds me of his dad in so many ways. When you lose a spouse, one of the greatest gifts is still finding your spouse in your childrenās eyes, wit, and mannerisms. And I see so much of Rob in this young man - so much! Rob would be so proud. And his momma is proud, too. ā¤ļø Happy birthday, John Paul.
Welcome to the world, sweet little one! ā¤ļø
My Mark and @katie.mackintosh9801 welcomed a precious and healthy baby girl right before Christmas - my fifth grand. She is the sweetest gift to our family and a reminder of Godās continuing promise to care for this family. We are all in love with her!!
It continues to be one of my most cherished treasures to see my children - once in my arms and completely dependent on me - now grown, and holding their own children in arms. There is something there that I canāt quite put into words - a legacy of gift that is an extension of motherhood; not an end. ā¤ļø Itās a gift for which I am truly thankful to God!
Life after the shatter is about stretching. It isā¦
hard
full
uncertain
joyful
challenging
isolating
exciting
AND NEW!
You can throw out the āstages of grief.ā Walk away from that outdated idea that you get to move from one neat stage to another. Thatās not gonna happen. You might feel three āstagesā of grief all at once, or none at all, and itās all normal.
Life after the shatter involves no small amount of courage because the one thing no one talks about is the potential to get stuck in grief. There is a fine line between leaning in and drowning.
I donāt get to give you the secret to not getting stuck in grief (because I donāt know it), but I can tell you itās rooted in surrender. Itās planted at the foot of the cross, which is the only source of peace in grief. You can try to pick up this cross on your own; it will break you. You can surrender it and find the peace that surpasses all understanding. And from there, Iām beginning to see the newness He is making in me. He makes all things new! And thatās equal parts terrifying and exciting to see what God works in you!
Iām not the first person to stretch toward the unknown. 2000 years ago Joseph and Mary set out, in piercing cold, toward the unknown. I think of the Blessed Virgin Maryās heart on that journey - full of uncertainty and also full of trust. And nestled safely just under her heart was the Divine Infant, the Savior of mankind. With Him, she could trust and stretch toward Bethlehem, toward Godās Holy Will in her life, not knowing that her stretching would take her to a crude, poor shelter surrounded by Godās most humble creatures where she would receive Him in her arms.
Two Advents ago my journey to Bethlehem went through a hospital room and the most terrifying nightmare of my life. Today, He stretches me differently while making that hospital room ever present. Our journey to Bethlehem is unique and chosen especially and lovingly, and always a stretch. I have been asking the Blessed Virgin to give me her heart - one that shelters hope and the light of the world. And She answers with the gift of fiat - be it done to me according to Godās word. Even in the stretch.
Todayās planner stack. š„šŖš¼
Ya know. š¤ I was thinking about deconstructing things - as one does when one is looking for common denominators and finding what works. And how a planner is really just a bound collection of paperā¦and the tool of a pen. (Now we can get all giddy talking about the gsm of that paper and how fine a point pen you like, and fast drying, and my starsā¦#teamblueink or #teamblackink ā¦and the rabbit hole of how you bind said paper!) And how a planner can mean so much - it gets to be the potential of hope for the future, a way of managing the present, and a window into the past. But stillā¦itās just paper and a pen and a little formatting with your life applied in the corners, tucked on pages, carried through in threads and events. Soā¦itās just paperā¦and itās also so much more.
And since life is never static, neither are our planners, really. Theyāre always flexing to bend with us!
In my life, I often see my planner as this box Iām trying to fit in. Except my life doesnāt fit on a page - both because God took us out of every box I know, and because sometimes life moves so far off the page, and I want to keep up. I think thatās when my more creative side starts to kick inā¦and I get a little more free flow with it all. I have this spontaneous side that DEEPLY needs the rails of a planner. Freedom within boundaries.
Soā¦if you deconstructed your planner down to paper and your pen, what would it be for you? A lifeboat? A luxury cruise? A crafting outlet? A space to get words out? A window to the past that looks forward with hope?
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š Hobonichi Techo 2023 Cousin (A5)
š Amazon 3 ring A5 binder for finances
š Amazon 3 ring A5 binder for work admin
š @levenger Letter size discbound lesson planner
Laurenās Confirmation last weekend was at the @guadalupeshrine in La Crosse, WI. And my kids showed up. In every way. This family shows up for Sacraments. All 5 were there in spite of sickness, travel, and snow. And for brief moments, God held time and allowed me to see His goodness that runs like an unwavering thread through our lives.
I wanted this to be a pilgrimage for our family in addition to Laurenās confirmation, but like all pilgrimages, there are gifts that feel like thorns and I started to feel panicky and lost. A friend encouraged me to let go my tight grip, and as soon as I did, everything began to unfold. I lifted my eyes to the hills and my help came.
I pleaded with Our Lady of Guadalupe when Laurenās dad was in the hospital. And now, I was 13 hours from home with the fruit of my suffering. I was there to say thank you and to ask for more grace. And there was the Blessed Virgin, inviting us up that hill blanketed in the quietest snow.
Lauren was Confirmed in the beautiful, rich traditional rite of Confirmation by @cardinalraymondburke and our family is grateful for Godās goodness, Cardinal Burkeās faithfulness, and the hospitality of @guadalupeshrine and though I keenly felt the absence of Laurenās dad, I know God allowed him to behold this, one of the fruits of his suffering in his childās life. ā¤ļø
Living with grief looks a lot like normal to most people. We function, sometimes at a very high level. We feel joy. We laugh. We keep upā¦or we try. Usually because there are children who desperately need the stretch into routine and normalcy. Weāre exhausted. There is no one walking through the door before dinner to fill us up or take over for the evening or share a glass of wine with. There are no date nights to share goals or dreams or hopes or a vision of the future. All of that died. That, too, is mourned and let go.
More vulnerable than we have ever been, we begin to open ourselves - to life, to an unknown future, to the hope of mercy in the morning.
Itās not a feeling or an intuition. Itās an active choice. A choice to embrace Godās unknown plan when you stand stripped of every shelter save His promise to make all things new.
Thanking God - His mercies are new every morning.
š«£Existential 2024 Planner Crisis š«£
Hereās my existential dilemma: Because I am juggling the work of two grown humans (Iām mom AND dad in almost every role I occupy now), I need a tool to help me juggle. But what is the best fitting tool for someone like me??
Iā¦
* am first and foremost a solo parent raising two girls - with their activities and appointments and needs.
* am a mom to five kids and will bend and stretch everything Iāve got to love and support all five of them!
* am homeschooling a 10th grader and a 5th grader - got that planner taken care of! - but that factors into the time juggle.
* am working full time (some in-office hours, some remote)
* am managing what is essentially a mini-homestead with chickens, dogs, cats, acreage and a home.
* am a public speaker, which I love to do, but itās a hat Iāve been considering taking off because of time limitations.
* would like to have a social life. š„“ A lot of the time that just looks like me spending time by myself becauseā¦welpā¦everyone I know is married and is happily spending time with family/spouse. I have a couple of ideas in the works for my social goals. š Itās another time priority for me next year.
Andā¦hereās what Iāve identified as needs for 2024:
* I like paper
* Other than my homeschool lesson planner and my financial binder, Iād like to keep work and personal merged into one planner.
* This planner has to be mobile for back and forth to the office.
* It needs to look professional
* Iām a functional planner. I love pretty and minimal, but in the end, I just need a brain on paper.
* Bonus points if it isnāt heavy. My A5 is getting heavy. I love it and I love the flexibility of adding/moving/rearrangingā¦but itās a brick. š§±
* Iām thinking I need to go back to a daily planner insert. š«£
Iāve tried a couple of different weekly sample inserts, and planner shakeups but nothing feels like a fit. š«£š¤Ŗ
Help me, planner friends!!!! PULEEZ!!! Ideas for me??? š£š³š¤Ŗšš«¤šµāš«š„“ I know some of you are doing lots of juggling - what planner tool or insert helps you manage, coordinate, and juggle when you wear a lot of hats?
#plannercommunity #plannerlife #2024planner #planningcommunity
Embracing āscaredā is hard. Ya know that trendy mantra - ādo it scared?ā šŖš¼ Yeah. Iām not talking about that. Iām talkinā really, to-your-core, unsettled, s-c-a-r-e-d.
And Iāll be honest, Iām not brave enough to step into scared on my own. Nope. Not me. Will actively avoid scared ā> me šš¼āāļø.
But here I am. Scared.
Because itās where God, in His mercy, wisdom, and love, put me. And that doesnāt make me angry or anything else Iām āsupposedā to feel according to the five stages of grief. I feel content. At peace. I feel like Iām right where God wants me - which is complete and utter reliance on Him. And alsoā¦without. Without backup, without a best friend, without a provider. Without that secure wall for me to curl up against. Iām the wall now. When itās all on your shoulders thatās just plain scary, and not the trendy kind.
Scared does not equal shrinking away! It is a place of heightened awareness, increasing understanding, and watchfulness. Itās where every sense looks from every angle and sees things in a new way. Itās tiring, and itās my reality.
I can imagine how hard it would be for a widower - heās lost the strong heart with the soft edges that is the heart of his home and his life. He misses the tenderness and feminine nature that wove beauty into the most mundane. He misses the unconditional love, and the sweet obedience that sprung from that love, that gave him the strength of a lion.
And the widow deeply misses the action of being that for her husband. She misses his strong shoulders and his leadership and the same unconditional love that she gives, returned to her even more generously than she gave. She misses being seen by him and the strength and stability of the one-ness in the two of them.
Separated, these two are without the balance, without the whole. We walk alone across an ocean, deep and stormy - some of us with kids - and thereās no way that isnāt scary.
Waves come. Depths frighten. And we keep walking - eyes fixed on Him. Eyes fixed on the cross under which we stand. And He holds us up, and breathes life into every next step. And we rest there. Only there. Scared, and held. Scared, and hopeful.
Iām not the same mom today.
My big kids like to joke around sometimes (and try to push my buttons š) and tell me that Iām not the same mom they had. Not as strict. Not asā¦>>insert perceived mom trait here<<. And itās probably true. Iām not.
My core principles havenāt changed, but my reactions have changed, my demeanor has changed, my parenting overwhelm has changed. I hope what they see is how Godās grace and the cross bent me and shaped me into something softer, more at ease, more relaxed as I parent the last two at home. The only credit I get is that I brought my will to the party and I actively surrendered it. Surrender is an action. And itās not an easy one!
If youāre living an intense season of motherhood - I see you. I am, too. Intensity coupled with surrender changes you. It folds you into Godās unspeakably rich mercy and allows for an acceptance that quiets interior noise, accepts the normal and natural consequences of motherhood, and opens the heart to the joy in this vocation. And there are so many joys!
I pray my younger girls find in me a fixed, unmovable point when it comes to the necessary things, and a soft place to land in all else.
Iām not the same mom I once was. And I thank God every day for that.ā¤ļø